Sunday, October 21, 2007
Four More
Four more.
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How did you end up a Red Sox fan in the first place?
Was it the whole Blue-Jays-in-the-late-nineties suckage thing?
Cheering for the Bosox is like cheering for the Leafs.
Not really. The Sox actually win playoff rounds.
Cheering for the Red Sox is the sports equivalent of having a Louis Vuitton handbag.
It must feel good knowing that you cheer for the same team as the millions of front runners that jumped on the Sox bandwagon after 2004, a bunch of 15 year old girls that wear pink jerseys to the game, and every trust fund baby elitist that went to school in New England.
Go Francis. Go Rocks.
It must feel good knowing that you cheer for the same team as the millions of front runners that jumped on the Sox bandwagon after 2004, a bunch of 15 year old girls that wear pink jerseys to the game, and every trust fund baby elitist that went to school in New England.
Says the guy who now cheers for the Calgary Flames. You so got me.
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How did you end up a Red Sox fan in the first place?
Was it the whole Blue-Jays-in-the-late-nineties suckage thing?
Cheering for the Bosox is like cheering for the Leafs.
Not really. The Sox actually win playoff rounds.
Cheering for the Red Sox is the sports equivalent of having a Louis Vuitton handbag.
It must feel good knowing that you cheer for the same team as the millions of front runners that jumped on the Sox bandwagon after 2004, a bunch of 15 year old girls that wear pink jerseys to the game, and every trust fund baby elitist that went to school in New England.
Go Francis. Go Rocks.
It must feel good knowing that you cheer for the same team as the millions of front runners that jumped on the Sox bandwagon after 2004, a bunch of 15 year old girls that wear pink jerseys to the game, and every trust fund baby elitist that went to school in New England.
Says the guy who now cheers for the Calgary Flames. You so got me.
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