Call off your dogs, Selig. It's over. You won.

Call off your dogs, Selig. It's over. You won.

Monday, April 23, 2012

AN ATTACK ON ALL
Murdoch Pawn Rips John


Rupert Murdoch's hit squad aimed its poison-tipped bullets straight at the Bronx Bombers' hearts in Monday's edition of the New York Post. The attack screed, signed by paid mouthpiece Phil Mushnick, nailed our dynasty's smooth-toned radio announcer, John Sterling, to the Aussie devil's cross of pulp. Here are but a few of the milder blasts leveled at the Voice of the Yankees:
[A] smug, self-smitten, self-promoter who turns simple facts into multiple fictions... John Sterling is so condescendingly clever, never allowing adjustments for his baseless self-regard... For 22 years, New York’s baseball fans have been forced to have a puffed-up buffoon describe games for them... Twenty-two years of this garbage, 22 years of tuning to Yankees games forced to rely on a guy who doesn’t know what’s going on and hardly cares. He’d rather holler his asinine nicknames and so-often-wrong “signature” calls so the fools at “SportsCenter” can reward him with a sound bite and a credit.
Ordinarily, I would ignore smears from a foreign-born target of investigations into hacking and bribery--especially one who used to own a competing American League ballclub. But the tactic of going after Sterling, a professional so noble he would never use company airtime to defend himself, is too shameful to ignore. If the victim can't speak up, where does the buck stop? Is there a man among the milk-fed Steinbrenner heirs who possesses the guts and goodness to defend his late father's hand-picked play-by-play man?

Waiting to see, this is...

MUSTANG.

Peace, world.

6 comments:

el duque said...

MUSTANG,

We have had dealings with the Bearded Bleater in the past. He will stop at nothing in his bile-fueled jingo quest to smear The Master's name. All we can do is respond with the power of truth.

Celerino Sanchez said...

Until this moment, Mr. Mushnick, I think I have never really gauged your cruelty or your recklessness. John Sterling Fisher is a young man who brings to illions of pinstriped fans every day and night. ... Little did I dream you could be so reckless and so cruel as to do an injury to that lad. It is true he delights us with wondrous home run calls. It is true that he will continue to botch fly ball and home run calls. It is, I regret to say, equally true that these attacks threaten the Yankee way of life and our sacred juju, a scar needlessly inflicted by you. If it were in my power to forgive you for your reckless cruelty I would do so. I like to think I am a gentle man but your forgiveness will have to come from someone other than me.
Mr. Columnist, may we not drop this? Let us not assassinate this lad further. You've done enough. Have you no sense of decency, sir? At long last, have you left no sense of decency?

Joe De Pastry said...

IF WE DIDN'T LOVE CONDESCENDINGLY CLEVER SELF-PROMOTERS AND PUFFED UP BUFFOONS WITH ASININE NICKNAMES WE WOULDN'T BE READING THIS WEBSITE, RIGHT, mustang?

MUSTANG said...

I'm not seeing your point, Joe.

Waiting and wondering, this has been...

MUSTANG.

Peace, world.

Niel Anblowme said...

re PUFFED UP BUFFOONS WITH ASININE NICKNAMES: if the horse shoe fits...

MUSTANG said...

I'm not sure what you're getting at, Neil..

Listening and puzzling, this has been...

MUSTANG.

Peace, world.