Suzyn: War's over, man. Hughes dropped the big one.
Sterling: Over? Did you say "over"? Nothing is over until we decide it is! Was it over when the Germans bombed Pearl Harbor? Hell no!
Suzyn: Germans?
Sterling: And it ain't over now. 'Cause when the goin' gets tough... [thinks hard] the tough get goin'! Who's with me? Let's go!
[runs out, alone; then returns]
Sterling: What happened to the Yankee fans I used to know? Where's the spirit? Where's the guts, huh? "Ooh, we're afraid to agree with you Mr. Sterling, Red Sox fans might make fun of us." Well just kiss my ass from now on! Not me! I'm not gonna take this. Papplebon, he's a dead man! Ortiz, dead! Schilling ...
Suzyn: Dead! John's right. Psychotic, but absolutely right. We gotta take these bastards. Now we could do it with conventional weapons that could take years and cost millions of lives. No, I think we have to go all out. I think that this situation absolutely requires a really futile and stupid gesture be done on somebody's part. Let’s trade Phil and Ian!
Sterling: We're just the team to do it.
Suzyn: Let's do it.
Together: The Yankees do it! Thuuuuuhh YANKEES DO IT!
Wednesday, April 30, 2008
Rally Time!
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Trade 'em to McCready for Clemens.
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