|World Series to Be Played Here|
Today is Sunday and I normally don’t write a new story on the Lord’s day, but today I am making an exception. I am making an exception so I can blast a bunch of biased Yankee know-it-all pussies. I am not here to impugn the entire populace living north of the Mason-Dixon, just a select few, namely the East Coast Liberal Pussy Sportswriter. I won’t name names but if you read any East Coast newspaper’s sports section or cruise the intertubes on ESPN.com and other sports sites, you know who I am talking about. Two words for these dickless wonders. Make that three words – ha fucking ha! These professional “journalists” have their heads planted so far the asses of the New York Yankees, Boston Red Sox and the Philadelphia Phillies, they haven’t seen the sunshine since just before Spring Training last February. Buncha asswipes. They look on paper at the big names on those three rosters and you’d think Jesus and His 12 Disciples had started a baseball team, especially the Phillies this year. What these gas bags don’t see is team chemistry, team work, team sacrifice and a group of men who genuinely care about each other and are willing to working as hard and as together as possible to reach the Ultimate Goal of the World Series. You can’t find those qualities on paper, you find them in the hearts of men who are willing to exercise them in order to succeed. What you also don’t see is the Yankees, Red Sox or Phillies with all their money used trying to buy a Championship rather than a a group of men like I mentioned a moment ago, in the World Series. They are all sitting at home in their castles while the Serfs of the league play in the Big Show. The serfs being the Texas Rangers. You know, the Two-Time Defending American League Champions? The 25 Men that make up the Rangers’ roster are the men to whom I referred to earlier (…team chemistry, team work, team sacrifice and a group of men who genuinely care about each other and are willing to working as hard and as together as possible to reach the Ultimate Goal of the World Series). Those men.
So all you Yankees, Red Sox and Phillies fans ( the sports writers), enjoy your Nathan’s Hot Dogs, baked beans and Cheese Steaks while Rangers fans swig down cold beer, gorge themselves on ball park nachos and soak up the wildness that is the World Series. We’ll miss you in the Indian Summer of a Texas October while our guys fight like hell to bring a World Championship to the MetroPlex. I made that up. We won’t miss the High and Mighty Overlord Scribes of the National Pasttime. Keep your Yankee, Liberal, Punk Asses at home on the Eastern Seaboard. We don’t want you here. We don’t need you here. And most of all, you don’t belong here. You can look over your stat sheets and all that shit, watch the games on TV and while you’re at it – kiss my Redneck ass.
Have a nice October.