F-You Red Sux Nation

"Bottom line: The Yankees just got better and more interesting, and the Red Sox just got worse and more boring."
Dan Shaughnessy, Boston Globe


I couldn't have said it any better myself. Sure I railed on Damon in the past about being retarded and sounding like a cave man, but I did say in an early post that he and Papi were the only two that I like on that team, so there!

Dimaggio, Mantle, Williams... Damon

Damon, Jeter, AROD, Shef,Mat.... how would you like to face that every day!

Red Sux nation doesn't know what to do, Santa just placed a nice red bike under their tree, and the big bad grinch of NY just came in and stole it, then fucked your wife while drinking your booze!

Yes, Virginia, there is a Santa Claus and his name is the front office of Red Sux nation. These guys have no idea what's going on, Lucchino found out about this by the press last night probably after he got home from some drunken gay orgy over at Theo's house.

Twas the night before Christmas....

Twas the night before Patriots Day when all through the bar,
not a Masshole was stirring, not even a crack whoa!
The Sox banners were hung by the keg with care,
in hopes that St. Theo soon would be there.
The children were nestled all snug in bed
because their drunk father from Dorchester beat them till they were red in the head.
And some Revere girl in her mini skirt and some goomba from Saugus in his Iroc
had just settled down to a long 40 ounce nap.
When out on the Pike there arose such a clatter,
the Revere girl arose and said, "What's the mattaaa?"
When what to her lazy eye should appear but a miniature Duck Boat and eight tiny Red Sox.
With a little old T-Driver so drunk and being a dick,
you knew right away you must be on the Orange Line so get the fuck off before the shvartzas get your ass.
Slower then molasses his coursers they came and he said, "EEEERGARDLESS" and called them by name, "Now Varitek, Now Schilling, Now Papi, Now Tito, On Nixon, On Foulke, On Clemente and Kapler,
Oh wait you're a jew...get the fuck off my sleigh!"
To the top of the dugout to the top of the Monsta,
now give away Mueller, Rentiera, and Millar.
So up the Monsta the coursers they flew
with the sliegh full of crack and whores, Oh wait Manny's not driving.
A sliegh full of baseballs and bats and St. Theo too!
He was dressed all in velvet like Costanza wanted to,
and his clothes were all tarnished with dead Ted Williams spew!
A bundle of free agents he had flung on his back
and he looked like Teddy Brusci after his second heart attack!
He spoke not a word but went straight to his work,
kissing Schilling's ass, and calling Stienbrenner a jerk!
And laying his finger aside of his nose
he did a line of coke with his left fielder and they both rose!
He sprang to his sliegh, to his team gave a whistle,
and away they all flew like Eastie Boys drinking ripple.
But I heard him exlaim 'ere he drove out of sight,
"You can have Damon for 4, because 86 is in sight!

Merry Christmas you drunk wife beating child molesting bastards from boston!
Thanks for Damon, just another F-You to red sux nation!