Beyond Gay
South Park gay, that is. Gay as in lame. Gay as in Stan’s great line: “Remember that thing we saw on television that was totally gay? Well, this is more gay than that.” (Paraphrase)
Some lame-brain New Yorker (redundant, I admit) actually shelled out good money to put up a web site, hoping to discourage people from booing Alex Rodriguez.
I kid you not. When the twenty million dollar man strikes out with runners on base in the bottom of the ninth inning, he, according to this imbecile, doesn’t deserve boos.
In the interest of full disclosure, I was one of those Red Sox fans who wanted the Old Towne Team to sign Rodriguez. You see, we had our own cancer in the clubhouse, and I thought — wrongly, it turned out — that the devil you don’t know can’t be any worse that the devil you do.
Paradoxically (as opposed to ironically, a word people totally misuse), Rodriguez won the Red Sox the pennant in 2004. IMO, it he hadn’t done the punk ass b!tch thing — slapping the ball out of Bronson Arroyo’s glove — Derek Jeter would have stayed on second base and probably scored.
That’s my reason for not booing Alex Rodriguez.
As for MFY fans, they have twenty million reasons to boo him. And I suspect, knowing what little I know of New Yorkers, some lame-o, web site isn’t going to stop them.
Totally gay.