Thank God the Red Cox lost today. I don’t know what it is, but a Boston choke excites me just as much as (if not more than) a Yanks win.
The thing that is really astonishing is that the Sox, I think, would have been much more of a push-over than the Angels in the ALCS. The Halos own the Yanks but I’m still glad they beat the Sox. Go figure.
In addition, the Angels don’t play with any (Aden)heart. That’s right, I went there.
Plus, the choke job really couldn’t have happened to a cockier prick. I loathe Papelbon with all my heart. He’s such a little $hit; talking all that trash when the team signed Wagner and now this. Poetic Justice, I say. I’m curious if he’ll still be doing that corny River Dance thing now that he choked on a fat cock.
Good stuff.
Anyway, let’s go Yanks! Game 3 is tonight with Andy (Can I) Pettitte going for the good guys and some guy named Carl Pavano toeing the rubber for the Twinkies. Some more poetic justice here; Pavano, the guy who stole about $4.5 million a win over his tenure in the Bronx, is now trying to keep the Yanks from advancing to their first ALCS since before he made a (very bad) name for himself in pinstripes. I hope he takes a Hiroki Kuroda-esque line drive off his head.
Carl Pavano made 26 starts over four years and raked in about $40 million. On second thought, never mind the Kuroda line drive. That would be too good for Carl. I hope that Ugueth Urbina develops a serious vendetta against Pavano…
