So it has come to this. Mustang Rob, a Red Sox/White Sox fan, has alleged that I am unable to speak and/or understand the English language, a language that I have been speaking for most of my life. With the exception, of course, of my first few years on earth, when I spoke gibberish, not unlike the gibberish appearing on this web site on a routine basis.
If Mustang Rob were from The Commonwealth, I would laugh at him, and remind him that Connecticut is really the King of New England, not The Commonwealth! "Oh, we are so fancy in The Commonwealth! We do not want to be a State like everyone else, we want to be a Commonwealth. Hey, Pennsylvania and Kentucky, what do you think of our plan?" Oh, if only the citizens of mighty Connecticut could take up arms against the mentally ill denizens of The Commonwealth! I would volunteer for the Connecticut Army in a heartbeat. Maybe, just for fun, we could conquer Rhode Island while we were at it. Of course, a war between states and Commonwealths is a ridiculous idea that could never happen.
Since, however, Mustang Rob is not from The Commonwealth, I will merely shake my head and fists, and swear vengeance against him. Since I do not want to go to jail, my evil vengeance will be extracted in the form of a wager. I believe that the terms are fairly simple, and have been set forth on prior occasions:
1. The winner of the American League East shall win the wager, provided that the American League Champion is not a Wild Card team from the American League East. For example, Team A wins the American League East, while Team B, another American League East team, is granted the Wild Card spot. Team B goes on to claim the pennant. The follower of Team B wins the wager. 2. In the unlikely event that a team other than the Glorious 27 Time World Champion New York Yankees or the miserable, wretched Boston Red Sox wins the American League East, the follower of the team with the better record prevails.
I will await Mustang Rob's suggestions regarding a prize for the winner. I would respectfully ask that he does not propose a Gift Certificate to Blain's Farm and Fleet. Also, no silly "change my picture" bets please. I will never remove the perfect photograph of Mickey Charles Mantle from under my name, unless God Almighty Himself requests that I do so. I highly doubt that He would ever do so, since He Himself was responsible for that perfect and most Glorious swing.
May The Good Lord have mercy on your soul - PROCEED!
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