And now comes the part where the Blob again must admit it was wrong, and all you Sullys out there pahkin' the cah in the yahd get to hoot at me, or maybe worse because ...
Well, because it's Boston. Known for many things, not the least of which is the malice reserved for those who diss it and all those it loves.
Like, you know, those high-and-mighty punks in New York.
Not so many days have passed since the Blob took special delight in taunting Red Sox fans with visions of the Yankees knocking them out of the playoffs after a record 108-win season. It would, the Blob noted, be the most Boston thing ever. How much more angst-y could it get, in the City That Angst Never Forgets, for the team that has tortured them so cruelly over the years to do so again?
"You can almost see it happening," the Blob opined, or words to that effect.
Well, not really.
Not really, because the Red Sox closed out the Yankees in four games last night, winning the deciding game 4-3 after embarrassing them 16-1 in Game 3. So not only did the Red Sox kick the Evil Empire to the curb, they did it by winning both games in Yankee Stadium.
Delicious. But not as delicious as what they did in the visiting clubhouse when it was done.
As champagne geysered around the room, music boomed in the background. And not just any music. Oh, no. This was special music.
This was the Chairman of the Board, Frank Sinatra. Singing, you guessed it, "New York, New York" -- which plays on the sound system every game in Yankee Stadium, and which Yankees slugger Aaron Judge used to taunt the Red Sox a couple of nights before.
Owie.
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