perfidy

Dude.

This Sunday the Boston Red Sox and New York Yankees will play their first game since the spiritual and literal beating that was Game 7 of the 2003 ALCS.

Sure it's just a stupid Grapefruit League matchup, devoid of larger meaning, but do you seriously believe it won't be a kickass game, a prologue to a tooth-and-nail dogfight of a regular season? In my nightmares I still see that Pedro pitch hang fat over the plate like a full moon in the September sky, and improbable "hero" ("dickhead') Aaron Boone smack that dinger over the fence. The sports reels here in New England were for the next week full of self-lacerating hair-shirtery and endless replays. Then came the offseason: The Wooing of Jose Contreras. Jose Contreras joins the side of Evil. The Wooing of A-Rod. A-Rod too dons the Pinstripes and joins the side of Evil. Executive sniping and backbiting. More of the same. And all that was before the snow started to melt.

Ass: meet couch. Beer, Pretzels and Mayhem will be here soon.