Seven Steps to a Boober
One, I am not moving to Jeterville, VA.
Two, it is not reasonable to support a Steinboober franchise. The Boobers ceased being the Yankees when they were acquired by Daddy Booberbucks and his minions. The Boober organization spends billions on ballplayers while shucking tax dollars from the 95% of New Yorkers who control about 2% of the wealth. It is cheering for laundry. There are two guys who have worn the laundry longer than others, a defensively mediocre shortstop, be honest, and a somewhat better than average catcher. That’s not just big of a deal.
Three, I will tune into the Boober network... I enjoy listening to Michael Kaye and Ken Singleton talk baseball. Paul O’Neil and Al Leiter interestingly range between serious, ironic, and dryly funny. It’s good stuff with or without the picture. This bunch could do anybody’s game and I’d listen.
Four. I don’t care whether the Boobers win or lose but I do not enjoy any Red Sox win, over anyone. That could change now that Schilling is gone. Beckett would have to shave, Varitek retire, and probably a bunch of other stuff. I do miss Manny. What a great entertainer. And Sparky Lyle in any city’s laundry.
Five. How can you respect any organization that hired Randy Johnson and turned him loose on the streets of New York all by himself? What were they thinking?
Six… I have no idea.
Seven. It is so easy to jab Boober fans. When you poke at their current heroes, Boober fans mistakenly think you’re ripping on the Yankees and get fanatically defensive, heads often times exploding. Great visuals but too easy fun. However, we have established that the Yankees and Boobers are mutually exclusive entities, ergo, a waste of ire and fury. Yankee fans know this and deal.
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