I grew up in Baltimore as an Orioles fan. And I can say unequivocally that this is really not a revelation.
I mean, Carlton Fisk? Butch Hobson? Wade Boggs? With names like that, how can you not have a locker-full of pointy hoods, a heart filled with racial animus, and a burning suspicion that your white wives want desperately to have George Scott inside them?
And don’t give me any of that Rico Petrocelli or Tony Conigliaro bullshit, either. A token beaner and a slugging young Papist won’t shield you from the hate we know to be in your organizational heart.
Not this time. No sir. You’ve been added to the list.
Whenever Dees gets a big Visa bill, a new hate group suddenly materializes and he turns the crank a few more times to extract cash from the rubes.
Hmm. I am a member of the Offical Yankee Haters. I better watch my back.
Well, duh. Hatey and proud of it. OK, the pride is on the wane a bit at the moment, but still. The hate remains as strong as ever.
Romney spent [wasted?] a few moments making hatey sport of a Yankees fan who stood to ask a question at the ‘townhall’ in New Hampshire this morning. The Yankee fan claims he only backs winners, hence, said he, his support of Romney. O the humanity.
They froze Ted Williams head for a reason
Jesus hates the Yankees, Pablo. We’re in good company.