It's ugly, very ugly … Red Sox embarrassed by the Yankees 11-3 in the Bronx …
Bill:
Ah, now I can officially and publicly panic …
Doug:
There is something to be fucking said for that, yes, a sweet release in owning up to the reality: They have the look of a beaten team.
Bill:
Dare I ask what it was like to experience Ding Dong another homer Lowe and Gone-see-ya-parra first hand in New York? [Laughs]
Doug:
Ah, fuck. I forgot how much I hate that mofo Whorehouse that Ruth Built. Who the fuck paints the inside of their park blue? Blue walls, blue seats covered with blue boogers … it's madness.
Bill:
Heh, at least they've got their Cracker Jack back.
Doug:
That reminds me. I'm standing in line for a fucking hot dog and there's this older guy in front of me decked out in Spankee gear and he's a talkative old prick, all making small talk and shit …
Bill:
Oh, no, here we go … [Laughs]
Doug:
Yeah, this is the fucking guy Sartre had in mind when he said "Hell is other people" … this guy's all, "You'd think they had to grow the hotdogs, ha ha ha"
Bill:
A regular fucking Jerry Seinfeld, eh? [Laughs]
Doug:
Fuck you know how I hate small talk and shit, let alone flapping the gums with a mofo Yankees fan … Anyway, the guy's like "I've been a Yankees fan ever since my dad first took me here to see Mickey Mantle" or some shit and he's all "What about you?"
Bill:
Assuming you're one of them.
Doug:
Fuck yeah, like we're all buddies and shit … So I reply, a bit too loudly, "I've been a Yankees fan ever since Daddy first fucked me." The man seemed angry. He turned away. [Laughs]
Bill:
[Laughs raucously] Shut him right the fuck up, eh?
Doug:
[Laughs] Yeah, it's as though we were on the same field, playing different games.
