let's talk smack, shall we?

It's ridiculous how belligerent I become while watching a Yankees/Red Sox game. What's even more ridiculous is how Boston's scruffy appearance bothers me as much as their powerhouse hitting. As we speak, Jose Contreras is in essence throwing batting practice to the Red Sox and Johnny Damon's gross hair is flopping up and down as he trots around the bases. So you can imagine my state of mind. Manny's hair and baggy pants may very well send me over the edge. Disgusting.

Kevin Millar seems like a nice fella and there's no denying his talent but I want to throttle him for starting that insipid "Cowboy Up!" business. Ack! I thought we rid ourselves of that after last year's NLCS but the dumb announcers on ESPN have nothing better to talk about so they resurrected that lame-ass and ultimately ineffective (HA! HA!) rallying cry. I hate the announcers on national broadcasts. I particularly hate that the World Series is on FOX. All I have to say is that Joe Buck best not meet me in a dark alley. That Yankee-hating fuckhead will have his work cut out for him dislodging my foot from his sorry ass.

I'm torn if I should keep the game on as my beloved Yanks are currently down 6-2. I'm not a fair weather fan but I am very superstitious when watching sports. If I turn on a game and suddenly my team starts losing, I will promptly change the channel for fear of further jinxing the team. During yesterday's marathon game, I was bringing them luck but I had to go out before it was over... and we know how that game ended. Sorry, boys! I started watching tonight's game from the get go and the Yanks were quickly up by two but now they're behind. Maybe I'll change the channel for a bit and come back to check in. What to do, what to do...

Go Yankees!!!!