The genius of the Boston Dirt Dogs is the way they personify the slobberingly self-righteous id of the Redsock Nation, while pretending to parody it.
It might be that nobody can predict baseball, as a certain announcer tells us, but you sure can predict Redsock fans.
How the East Was Bought.
Ahhh, drink it in.
It's like hearing a cherished golden oldie, a trip down memory lane, a taste of the finest wine. It's like hearing Liza Minelli drunkenly sing "Over the Rainbow," between hiccups, after dedicating the song to the husband she beat with a phone. It's like watching a rerun of "My Mother the Car" and finding a teenage Bill Bixby playing a pizza delivery boy. Ahhhhh, what a treasure. The best things in life are free. Wait... that's not true!
THE BEST THINGS IN LIFE ARE BOUGHT.
Wednesday, September 30, 2009
The Boston Dirt Dogs Never Let Us Down
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I was hoping someone would pick up on this.
You gotta feel for those Small-Market-Socks....
I saw that too! Dirt Dogs is so self-righteous it's pathetic! Small Market SAWX, ha! Tell that to Dice-K (60 million just to TALK to him) What a joke!
Is Tek the "A" team or "B" team catcher for the Sox? Inquiring minds want to know.
THE SMALL MARKET SAWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWX!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!eleventy!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
ahahahahahaha what a bunch of faggots in bean town
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