By Michael Sword - AngelsWin.com Contributor
It's time to put the dead and buried Chowds behind us and prepare for the equally hated stinking Wankers. I know this, but I am not ready yet. I'm not done celebrating the extinction of the pigs from Boston. This was my World Series. This was vindication and redemption.
The world championship in '02 was my greatest moment ever as a lifelong diehard Halos fan. It cured '79 and '82, but there was still that hole in my psyche from '86. Add to that '04, '07, '08, and then they had the brass balls to run Dave Henderson out there to do his little act in front of us like that yesterday?? That was actually offensive to me. I didn't know the Chowds would sink that low.
To see us reach in through their nostrils and rip their nuts out in front of their own followers, in the gruesome way we did it, the same way they did to us in '86, cured my soul. It felt different than '02. Watching my beloved Halos dog-pile in the middle of Fenway, I saw Donnie Moore right in the middle, along Gene Autry, Gene Mauch, and those of you who remember. And me. It was like the baseball gods saved up 23 years worth of payback, and force-fed ALL OF IT back to them down their throats in one inning! How did that taste, Chowd pigs? Here, eat more of it.
They are calling this Black Sunday back east. I laughed. They are crying, calling for Papelbon's head, complaining, moaning, and suffering. This makes me happy. Their sense of entitlement is equal to my hatred for them. I take great joy in their pain. So I will celebrate again tomorrow, and the day after that.
Friday, I'll turn my attention to the smug and arrogent Wankers. But for now, I will continue dining on my fillet of Chowd. Yum yum.
It's time to put the dead and buried Chowds behind us and prepare for the equally hated stinking Wankers. I know this, but I am not ready yet. I'm not done celebrating the extinction of the pigs from Boston. This was my World Series. This was vindication and redemption.
The world championship in '02 was my greatest moment ever as a lifelong diehard Halos fan. It cured '79 and '82, but there was still that hole in my psyche from '86. Add to that '04, '07, '08, and then they had the brass balls to run Dave Henderson out there to do his little act in front of us like that yesterday?? That was actually offensive to me. I didn't know the Chowds would sink that low.
To see us reach in through their nostrils and rip their nuts out in front of their own followers, in the gruesome way we did it, the same way they did to us in '86, cured my soul. It felt different than '02. Watching my beloved Halos dog-pile in the middle of Fenway, I saw Donnie Moore right in the middle, along Gene Autry, Gene Mauch, and those of you who remember. And me. It was like the baseball gods saved up 23 years worth of payback, and force-fed ALL OF IT back to them down their throats in one inning! How did that taste, Chowd pigs? Here, eat more of it.
They are calling this Black Sunday back east. I laughed. They are crying, calling for Papelbon's head, complaining, moaning, and suffering. This makes me happy. Their sense of entitlement is equal to my hatred for them. I take great joy in their pain. So I will celebrate again tomorrow, and the day after that.
Friday, I'll turn my attention to the smug and arrogent Wankers. But for now, I will continue dining on my fillet of Chowd. Yum yum.
2 comments:
Call me crazy, but I really think the California Angels are the prohibitive favorites the rest of the way. The Yanks may have ARod, but the California Angels have KRod. The Yanks have Jeter, but the Mighty Angels of Anaheim, California have mini-Hercules himself, Davey Eckstein. The Yanks have CC, but Los Angelos de California have CF, aka, Chuck Finley. Come November, they will be dancing in the streets of California.
I made created that poster! Woo hoo!
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