The Man In Black

I know I promised a while ago to post Baby Anthony's other T-Shirt, but better late than never.















Maybe I'll go and buy some more for our viewing pleasure...

RANT!!!

Now some of you may know, but if you are unaware I am from Boston. Yes, I have the wicked Baaahston accent when I'm drunk.

You may assume that I am a Red Sox fan. That is fact as well. In fact I have been to some pretty important games in my 32 years. Many games people would die to be at. I've been blessed with season tickets most of my childhood and along with my connections now and with the great Catdoggg, I'm all set.

Now I might have to make a weekly Rant. Cause there are many things in this world that annoy the shit out of me. The only true way to make yourself feel better is the Rant about them. It's sort of like therapy. Without the high cost of paying a dummy to hear you express yourself. I might as well pay the wall. He listens all the time.

I went to the game last night. Of course they lost, but if you are a homer like myself... You are quite aware of what takes place during the 8th inning. In fact Kiki has been subjected to this. I'm sorry but this really freaking annoys me.

During the 8th inning, for some reason Fenway Park feels the need to play "Sweet Caroline" by Neil Diamond. Ok, I might have liked it the first 32 times, but please STOP!!!

What gets me even worse is that the generation in front of me started this useless admiration, and unfortunately it filtered down to mine. Especially the stupid girls and sign wielding fans who feel a need to dance hard enough to be seen on some stupid jumbo-tron so they can say they were there. GET A LIFE!!!

Everybody loves to stand up and sing. The only reason you see any guys do this is because...

A) They are so pussy whipped that the might get yelled at for not having fun.

B) They are on a first date and will try anything to get laid.

C) They are a loser.

D) They are gay.

E) They are actually Neil Diamond.

Now, what I witnessed last night made me give up. I sat there when the song came on, surrounded by every knucklehead Bostonian singing and swaying, and I see something that just makes me ill.

I see four kids in front of me to my left. They must have been between the ages of 9 to 14. Two girls and two boys. Up on their chairs singing this stupid fucking song. Swaying back and forth like they're Mel Gibson.

Obviously they learned this rotten trait from their moronic parents. I just sat there and all I could think was that in order for me and many others who are subjected to this mind controlling Jim Jones like song was to literally destroy them.

It's like what we need to do to terrorists. You need to wipe them off the face of the Earth. Cause if you don't they will breed and their little bundles of shit will continue on with their parents work.

A child isn't a racist when they are born. They don't know hate. Therefore they sure as hell don't know "Sweet Fucking Caroline" by Neil Diamond. It's not cool anymore.

Where they hell are those Four Horsemen? Please come to Fenway tomorrow night.

I know some of you might not agree with me. I really don't care. This is one man's opinion, but I know many peeps out there who agree with me. They just might not have the testicualr fortitude to admit it.

I wish I could meet the person who decided to play this song at Fenway and started a tradition only a meteor could destroy.


I can only imagine what it will be like if the poor bastard ever passed away. It will never leave.


POWER TO THE PEOPLE!!!

* This post was written by the Coalition for the Destruction of Conformity *