Red Sox Nation

Ive had no sleep in 4 days.  I blame it on being in stupid Ireland and being forced to watch the baseball postseason on a puny computer window through internet streams, and as the ultimate kick in the balls, having the games start at 1AM (1 freakin AM!).  But thats okay, loss of sleep is good when the most SURREAL outcome in all of sport history has just occured over the span of those 4 days... and by saying all of sports history, Im not even close to exaggerating.  If anything, I may be guilty of understating. First things first, I hate the Yankees, and Ive hated them ever since Rickey Henderson was swiping bases for them and Danny Tartabull was botching routine flies in their outfield. And I am a card carrying member of the Red Sox nation, got the hoodie n everything. If you havent heard, just last night the Red Sox of Boston have whooped the New York Yankees in the most miraculous fashion possible; they came back from being one inning away from a sweep, to winning to whole thing 3 days later. Never been done. This has been the most heated rivalry in baseball since the first bubbling reaction of primordial soup, yet still, a rivarly more one sided than  Anna Nicole Smith vs Carbs. Too many background stories to even cover with this Yanks-Sox rivalry, almost a whole century worth of one-sidedness, a Babe Ruth curse and decade after decade of NY domination. Now you can add to that all the Johnny Drama that happened WITHIN this series;  coming back from 3-0 series deficit against a cocky organization you havent beat in over 80 years, resulting in the most improbable sustained comeback of all time, microcosmed into two seperate come-from-behind marathons to start it, plus a dude pitching and winning on pure heart alone because he only had one leg left with the other one pratically falling off, kept on his body with Frankenstein type surgery, and then finally laying the biggest smackdown in the history of smackdowns in the anything goes game 7, with, 55,0000  Yankee fans collectively shutting the feck-up because they just got Punked.  I was fully expected Ashton Kucher to come out of the yankee dugout, jumping up and down, pointing his finger at Mel and Joe, laughing incessantly.  That would of been awesome.  Cuz let me explain something that I need to emphasize one more time, the Yankees never lose to the BoSox. NEVER. They always found a way to win, that would leave BoSox fans suicidal. And this goes back to the beginning of time. And yet last night, the world flipped bizarro-style, and now the Yankees have become the beyaatch. Its almost dreamlike.

And now for the part I love; this is the jem, this is the JT within the Nsync; I can now say, without a shadow of a doubt, and with none of my yankee-cheering buddies being able to come close to even contesting it, that the NY Yankees are the biggest choke artists of all time.  ALL TIME...  hahahaha stupid evil empire.  No one in baseball's century long history has choked like this, or even remotely close to it and if that was not bad enough, the magnitude of the chokage is infinity to the 3rd power because of their 180 million payroll and  who they did it against, their most hated rival, the Red Sox Nation. Go home now Derek, and take your closet buddy Alice Rodriguez with you, and wait to get quartered by George now, thanks for coming out.  My buddy Kid Slick is probably the biggest Yankee fan I know. And I havent heard a peep out of him since... hes now like one of those supposed "deaf homeless" kids that hand you out sign language cards on the street.  You have no idea how much Im enjoying this...

Well just wait, Im not exactly being fair... most girls reading right now are going through the Charlie Brown "Teacher saying something" jumble, and the last two paragraphs were one big "whah-wanng-wang-whuh-whah-whuh-whang" which is not fair.  To make up for it, you can check out this website.... www.schuh.co.uk.  They have the most awesome shoes. If you see anything you like, let me know, and maybe I can work something out for whenever I see you next...  see, Im so nice.

Okay, back to baseball.  So.... Ive hardly even slept in almost a week. Today, real story, on a work day, I went to sleep at 6:15AM.... and then woke up at noon.  AT NOON.  on a WORK DAY.  And I didnt even feel bad.  I walked into work at about 1, and it was like, aint not thang like a chicken wing on a string.  This is great.  And  Im glowing... my skin is beaming and my T-zone hasnt been this good since I was 4.  Miracles like this should happen everyday, Id be a knockout.  See good things happen when good triumphs over evil.  Good things........... Okay, slightly gay things, but in a manly heterosexual way.