Not My Friends
By lefty
Bruce, in Montana writes;
I've been to the shrine countless times. I was there when history was made. Ted's last home run, game 6 and 7 in "75", etc. It is abundantly clear to me the nature of the most intense rivalry in all of sports. Though I now live in Montana, my beloved Bosox will remain with me forever. Those menacing Yankee fans! Where do they come from? Helena, Great Falls, Big Timber. Never been east of North Dakota.
They wear their evil garb and speak to me as if we're friends. They just don't get it. We are not friends! We are not on speaking terms as of today. Heck, after today I'm not even playing my Bernie Williams CD, and I like his guitar work. No, the 2004 campaign has begun. I will do my best to educate these bandwagon jumpers to the fact that they are not true fans. At least a person from the Big Apple has a reasonable excuse.
