Na na na na, na na na na, hey hey-ey, goodbye

Na na na na, na na na na, hey hey-ey, goodbye

This is what they're singing in Chicago today in celebration of sweeping the other Sox (red) in three straight. Congratulations to the White Sox who haven't won World Series since 1917, an 88 year drought. Congratulations to a team that's been labeled as playing "small ball". They showed that they can play not only small ball but also long ball, smart ball, and any other type of ball that it takes to win.

The Chicago White Sox with a payroll of $75,178,000, the lowest of the teams in post season competition, have swept the Red Sox who have a payroll of almost $50 million more ($123,505,125). Given this fact, one can say that the White Sox also play “frugal ball.”

Down 0 -2 in games, the Red Sox Yahoos were still clinging to the hope that their team, with one of the worst pitching staffs in the league, would somehow come back to win three straight. Red Sox nation was expecting their beloved knuckleballer, Tim Wakefield, to mesmerize the opponents. They were looking ahead and hoping to catch a break in having Saturday’s game rained out, that way Boomer Wells could get one additional day of rest and come back to pitch game 5. With all the wishful thinking they were never able to put their 2004 hero with the bloody sox (Curt the Magnificent) on the mound.

The lovable idiots of a year ago were too fat and complacent. Outside of the much maligned Manny and the underpaid Papi, no one else could muster anything against one of the better pitching staffs in the league. With the bases loaded and nobody out, an ex Yankee was summoned to put the final stake through the heart of Red Sox nation. El Duque, the crafty old Cuban, got Varitek to pop out and Graffanino to ground out and then got the biggest idiot, Johnny (my mother can throw farther than him) Damon, to swing at ball four and strike out.

Right after the game, with the dead body of the Red Sox not even cooled off yet, Johnny (don’t you just love me) Damon had the following to say to a reporter; "I think I'm the big guy they need to try to sign," said Damon. "I know the players are pushing for me to come back. [We'll] just have to see. I'm looking for five-plus [years]. We know what Manny and David can do, but I make them look good. And they make me look good."
If it was up to me Johnny, you and Millar would definitely be packing your bags. I think it’s time to bring some of the young blood up from the minors and see how far they can take the nation. This off-season will prove to be more interesting. You know that the ownership will pare their payroll and probably increase ticket prices again knowing that the Yahoos will gladly open their wallets and pocketbooks for a chance to be seen at Fenway Pahk with the Rem Dawg.

My heart breaks for the WEEI staff and all the other freeloaders that they are not going to be able to travel to the next two series’ towns. They can now spend most of their time bad mouthing a few of their pet players (Manny and Foulke) in hopes of running them out of town.
With the elimination of the Red Sox, the City of Champions bus has just gotten a flat tire. I hope that the other three tires, Patriots, Celtics and Bruins don’t spring a leak before we get a chance to put on the spare.

That just reminded me - we don’t need a glass man (Dennis Drinkwater) behind the plate at all the Sox home games, we need a tire man. Wait ‘til next year can be sung again.