Wednesday, September 30, 2009

The Boston Dirt Dogs Never Let Us Down

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.

4 comments:

Unknown said...

I was hoping someone would pick up on this.

You gotta feel for those Small-Market-Socks....

Anonymous said...

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!

dadlak said...

Is Tek the "A" team or "B" team catcher for the Sox? Inquiring minds want to know.

Anonymous said...

THE SMALL MARKET SAWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWX!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!eleventy!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!


ahahahahahaha what a bunch of faggots in bean town