Monday, May 01, 2006
[Primal Yelping Sounds]
God, I love this. Every year I get the goosebumps. (And I don't bring up the bumps named after geese unless I actually get them.) Listening to Michael Kay just babbling on and on and on leading up to the Damon introduction, I don't know, I could feel the one thing my personal rival and I have in common--we couldn't effin' wait for this. And to hear the booing, and see the money thrown on the field at Damon, and the "traitor" chant...just makes me so happy to be a part of this. This may sound weird, but I'm so glad the yankees exist. As mad as they make me sometimes, I wouldn't have it any other way.
Red Sox-yankees. Only the two sweetest words combined with the most nauseating one can create something so special.
Oh, and terrible job by Damon with that pre-planned helmet tip.
Red Sox-yankees. Only the two sweetest words combined with the most nauseating one can create something so special.
Oh, and terrible job by Damon with that pre-planned helmet tip.
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