Moments ago, a woman colleague burst into my production node brandishing a ticket to an upcoming game at Klanway, er Fenway, Park.
A half hour earlier, I read the bleatings from troglodyte Red Sox hero and Brietbart contributor Curt Schilling. Of course, he thinks Adam Jones is a liar. Imagine if Rocker had been a bigger figure in Braves history, and was perhaps even more obnoxious, and you’ve got Schilling.
A couple days ago, I saw a guy at CVS wearing a Kimbrel Red Sox “Game Over” t-shirt. I wanted to strangle him with some piece of old person’s health care paraphernalia.
And so on. My colleague, far as I know, is no Boston fan, and has no clear connection to the place. She’s from Mississippi, and lived for years in Oklahoma. She is traveling to Boston on business next week. When she flourished her 8×11 paper, I visibly cringed and explained that I loathe the Red Sox and the loathsome bandwagon that has formed around them. I lamented that it’s hard to make it through a Target run without encountering some jack ass in a red sox cap or shirt.
True enough, she admitted, before telling me she plans to be behind home plate wearing her red sox cap next Friday night. The bandwagon rolls on. Resist!
Photo: Professional Asshole Curt Schilling