Last night at Twin Pines Diner I finished my meal of 1 lb of rare prime rib with a heaping helping of Boston Cream Pie. Hoping to give the Red Sox a little luck, because it just wouldn't be as fun defecating in the mouths of the Oakland Craphletics in another miserably boring debacle.
I welcome the Bosox to Yankee Stadium with a Bronx cheer and know that nothing will be more satisfying than dismantling their playoff hopes once again and sending them home to their co-loser soccer playing fiance's, and their readied nooses hanging in Bill Buckners closet.
I would like to make a friendly bet with Stone. I offer my penis and testes up to a public castration if Boston wins. However if the Yankees win all I desire in return is your birth certificate, SS card and Cornell Diploma. Think it over man.
Hey if the Red Cox lose again, maybe you could call one of the 16 people that was alive the last time they won a World Series and ask them what it was like.
And in response to your question Stone, yes, blowing Ben Affleck would be considered "taking one for the team." Ahr No-Maa suck it haa-da