Do we have an emoticon for nausea? Those pictures are not fun to see.
But having grown up Red Sox fans, we are uniquely suited to handle
The Super Bowl That Shall Not Be Named. So you really can't hurt us with that stuff. We are impervious to pain after 1946, 1948, 1949, 1967, 1975, 1978, 1986, and 2003.
OK, maybe not impervious. But when it comes from a bunch of schmuck Yankee fans... Ha!
How's the weather down there in last place, boys?
I sense perhaps that Yankees fans may need some therapy at this point. So let's start with a few simple questions:
1. The Yankees are ahead going to the ninth, but future HOF-er Mariana Rivera blows the save to the Red Sox, who make a historic, humilating comeback on your home field in the Bronx in front of 55,000 Yankees fans whose furlough from prison is now over and who start heading back to prison. How did this make you feel?
2. Do you remember the year when the Yankees last won anything? Think back. It has been a while. We can wait...
3. How does it make you feel that the organization got rid of the only person who could oversee a dugout-full of overpaid egomaniacs and get them to perform, only to replace him with an idiot who got fired from an expansion team nobody cared about in FL and has a reputation of not being able to perform under pressure (an affliction which reportedly extends to a lot of Yankees fans)?
This is like shooting fish in a barrel. It is time to invoke the Mercy Rule in the Yanks-Sox rivalry. Let's try again next year, shall we?