15 Oct
2004
15 Oct
'04
3:09 p.m.
Most of the Boston Red Sox team look as if they have just come from a terrorist training camp for blind, handless barbers, decked-out in ill-fitting sports gear, staring wild-eyed at RPGs being fired at their heads and nuts, swinging clubs futilely at the inerrant missiles, their ass-wipe paws swollen into giant shit-covered patties, muttering homicidal jihads against devil-bred yankees.