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Yankees Suck

Posted by: The Curse of the Big Papi at May 6, 2005 02:37 AM

Fuck off, Tool. Your clowns are the only team in the division who haven't spanked them.

Posted by: TC at May 6, 2005 07:51 AM

Watsa matta shiTfaCe? You didn't actually have any high expectations for your Bronx B.M.s did you? Sounds to me like you're sufffering from a classic case of can-dish-but-can't-take.

Get out your acid wash jeans and hair spray! It's the early '80s all over again!

Posted by: The Curse of the Big Papi at May 6, 2005 10:40 AM

Good to see you're back in your usual fuckwit form, Papi.

I"m still amazed at how 86 years of mediocrity and failure is so easy to forget and get over, as long as the Yankees are doing worse than the Red Sox, that is.

Posted by: Angel at May 6, 2005 11:18 AM

Get out your acid wash jeans and hair spray!
you are so fucking top of my ShitList right now...just blew my Mutt fan neighbor right off the radar screen.

Posted by: TC at May 6, 2005 11:44 AM

PS, Tool: your feckless fuckwits weren't exactly burning up the world back in that day...later in the decade, they did manage to actually make a WS...and lose to the Mutts. So bend over and eat yourself.

Posted by: TC at May 6, 2005 12:12 PM

Ooh- getting testy in here. I could give two shits if your group of overpaid underachievers are in first or last place- the shit talking will continue. Your cellar-dwelling just makes it that much more fun, and easier to piss you off, which is what I'm here to do. Keep coming with your "86 years" and "1986" because that was all washed away in the course of eight games last October. Fact of the matter is your squad is tied for last place with a team whose payroll isn't even equal to the taxes paid for yours. You root for a bunch of overhyped semi-stars, decrepit has-beens, juicers, and injuries waiting to happen- deal with it.

Posted by: The Curse of the Big Papi at May 6, 2005 01:09 PM

Tool, you reek of the typical Bandwagon Rider: no clue, or healthy respect, for the history or the vagaries of the game. You keep nattering on about "86 years," when those kind of fucking signposts in the crossroads only exist in BoSox brains.

Remember, asshole, "The Curse of the Bambino" was created by a Boston Globe baseball beat writer looking to hawk an agony book to Red Sox schnooks. And you jackasses bought it. We just piled on when we saw how fucked up it made you folks get.

Posted by: TC at May 6, 2005 01:23 PM

I am a dick.

Posted by: The Curse of the Big Papi at May 6, 2005 02:05 PM

aww, c'mon. that took a long time to write.

Posted by: The Curse of the Big Papi at May 6, 2005 02:24 PM

I have it saved. I'll trot it out on a special occasion.

Posted by: michele at May 6, 2005 02:49 PM

Probably took longer than I needed to bounce you off the bumpers like a cueball in a cheap game of barroom pool, fool. You probably play at the "special kids" table (read: short, in case you need a visual), and scratches are called "do-over."

Don't hoe that road with me, Tool. Michele's banned my ass from ASV from time to time for losing it and declaring, not "jihad," because that is lousy heathenish war, but "cogadh."

Go ask those half-assed micks you got representing you in the Senate for a translation...or are you another one of them foreign poseurs who latched onto the Old Towne team?

Posted by: TC at May 6, 2005 04:05 PM

Yeah, boy, you showed me. wow. shiTfaCe of the exceptional insight and wisdom.

I have already replied to your long-winded, short-sighted blathering, and it was deemed too spot-on to be printed in this space. Please contact Michelle for my perspective on the current state of affairs.

Posted by: The Curse of the Big Papi at May 6, 2005 04:37 PM

Tool? You really wanna have a fucking war?
I will eat you and feed the upchuck to the DirtDogs.At least then I'll have dolts who can deliver sane jolts.

Posted by: TC at May 6, 2005 05:20 PM

What are you gonna do? Write about the the insightful Red Sox fan who is pissing you off on your web site? Don't take it so personal, guy- I'm just pointing out that fact that your team sucks, which you'd be hard pressed to deny. Just as long as you don't keep calling me "tool". That hurts my feelings.

Posted by: The Curse of the Big Papi at May 6, 2005 06:51 PM

Papi, your problem is you came in here like Hurricane Asshole from Day 1. You branded yourself a flaming jackass from your very first comment.

There's a special name for people who spend their time on the internet doing nothing but going to blogs and message boards that revolve around things they hate and spewing garbage from their keyboards.

No, not retarded, though that's close.

You're a prick. And not even an engaging one.

Posted by: michele at May 6, 2005 06:55 PM

Unengaging prick. I guess my MFY fan impersonation had been effective. If I had realized how thin skinned you all were when the going got tough, I would've put on my kid gloves. As I've said before, you've gotta be able to take it if you're gonna dish. Hopefully you smug fuckers now understand how everyone else sees you. I'll be leaving now, as it seems that I am not welcome anymore. Good luck rooting for your overpaid underachieving primadonnas, because its gonna get worse before it gets better. GO SOX!!!

Posted by: The Curse of the Big Papi at May 6, 2005 07:51 PM

I don't think you're understanding me, Papi. You're not worth arguing with. I like my rival fights to contain more than scorn and spittle. You pose no challenge. I imagine trying to hold an intelligent tete-a-tete with you would be an exercise in futility.

I can take it, babe. I've taken it from far bigger competitors than you. Thing is, they've all had some kind of personality beneath the venom, where I knew I was dealing with a real human rather than some spew-bot. You are far too pedestrian for my taste, Papi. I like when the people I argue with have something more to offer than just, oh, being a jackass.

Posted by: michele at May 6, 2005 08:07 PM

Tool, I saw the post you had yanked, and told Michele to throw it up, because you're a two-bit piece of shit. I wouldn't let my dogs bite you for fear of the skeeves they might pick up.

If I decide you go "need to be put down," I'm not talking about blockading you from posting; I'm talking about tracking you right to your modem and setting the motherfucker on fire.

If you knew anything at all about me, you'd know me and sanity aren't close to be sitting in the same seat.

Posted by: TC at May 7, 2005 10:54 AM