Boxcars & Snakeyes

The torture just wouldn't end.

We need a slogan for this four game series ( debacle) against Boston.  A commitment and resolve as strong as that of Israel, " NEVER AGAIN !"

Each game allowed the Red Sucks to come from behind and win.  They had no fear of ( temporarily) trailing the Yankees. In fact, I think the Boston players relished it.  Like letting the speed horse lead the race until the final turn, then breaking his spirit by gunning past him down the stretch.

I could feel the presence of this oncoming humiliation.

For four straight days, Boston wiped dog shit from their shoes onto our brand new school khakis.  And we went into class smelling awful, enduring the giggles and shame of all the girls who fought to sit as far away as possible.  Finally, the school nurse is summoned and we sit in our underwear while the janitor opens the wash room with the old machines used to clean the rags.

Even he was laughing.  But he did admonish and say, " son, no matter the consequences, if those assholes ever come near you again, you must attack.  Take their fucking eyes out if you have to. But you cannot be victimized again, or you will be haunted as weak forever.  Even the fat, ugly girls won't like you. "

We have to make someone pay, and this time, it can't be the back up trainer or buffet chef.  Cashman and Girardi are responsible.  This is America, and the laws do not apply to the super rich, so Hal cannot be indicted.  But the overpaid GM and Manager are killing this franchise.

Time for new blood.

This cannot ever happen again.  Death before dishonor.