An already horrible idea has resurfaced and becomes even more horrible …
Doug:
Poor wretched Little Sister Solange Rockett. At 89 years old, after a life of service to the poor and die hard devotion to the Boston Red Sox, she passed yesterday one day before the official Red Sox Nation ID number could be assigned to her.
Bill:
"She had a great love for God, the church, the congregation and the Red Sox," said Mother Celine Therese. But she doesn't have an ID card, so MLB could give a rat's ass. She's a nobody. Just another worm eaten corpse now.
Doug:
You know how it fucking goes, "Render unto MLB what is MLB's, and render unto God what is God's."
Bill:
The wicked irony, of course, is that for all of our collective angst when this idea was floated a month ago, the price of rendering went from $5 to $9.95.
Doug:
This is the most heinous sumptuary tax placed upon us since King George tried to fuck with our stamps and tea. And you know how that turned out.
Bill:
If only we could dress up like Indians, raid King Selig's warehouse where these rinky bits of plastic are stored and dump the lot of them into the mofo hahbah!
Doug:
I am a Red Sox fan. I will not be numbered like a slave to Selig.
