Doug:
OK, let me get this straight: The Sox trade Manny, win 3 in a row, and now it's all been to the mountaintop and it's all milk and honey from here on out?
Doug:
Colah me skeptical.
Mike:
C'mon, dude. Lighten up and let go of the bittahness. What's done is done, let's move into the post-Manny era with a sense of optimism.
Al:
Seriously. We couldn't live with Manny anymore so now we live without him. Simple, really.
Al:
And the results speak for themselves.
Doug:
I dunno, I think I need to take a break from the Red Sox, get some distance, you know? I mean these days baseball is but one of several entertainment choices.
Doug:
And really, if the Red Sox always devolve into a tawdry soap opera, why not just tune into the new 90210 and leave it at that?
Doug:
It's like that old saying about hockey and fighting, but instead it's "I was at a soap opera and a friggin' Red Sox game broke out."
Al:
You'd think you'd be more easy going after a weeks vacation. What happened, you're stash of skunk run low or something?
Doug:
All I want to know is why, why, why does the Red Sox pahting with their supahstah playahs always have do be so acrimonious?
Doug:
Look this isn't something new. It goes all the way back to Babe Ruth fercrissakes!
Doug:
Then you've got the more recent litany of begrudging going back to Fisk, Hurst, Clemens, Vaughn, Nomah, Petey, Damon … Ridiculous. I've seen smoothah breakups among lesbian bikahs cranked on meth.
Mike:
Well, it's not like this is unique to the Red Sox, I mean just look at the Packahs and Favre. Talk about your inimical break ups.
Mike:
But go ahead and take your little sabbatical. The Sox will be in first place when you return.
