Gold Jacket, Green Jacket, Who Gives a Shit?

Alright, my postings here on Bulletproof Sombreros have been fairly limited thus far as I've been busy, but I just can't idly stand by for this...

(Also, a pre-emptive apology to my fellow BS posters for my insensitivity towards their team losing)

Playoffs or not, I simply do not give a fuck about the Boston Red Sox and I'll be damned if 1,305 words (3 pages, 5,668 chars no spaces, 6948 w/ spaces, 27 paragraphs) in a row of sweet blog space will be wasted with this nonsense! I could stand for a small article here or there, but I can barely read as it is, and these BoSox articles are long! This is not a Boston Red Sox blog, its a Loisaida blog, so lets get this thing back on track.

How about instead of talking about baseball playoffs ::yawn:: we mention how fuckin' sweet James Bond looked in that Neru Jacket in the first Bond film, Dr. No.



Or how about how fucking awesome the new TV On The Radio Album is.

Come on man, the Boston Red Sox? Up until Brady's injury, the city of Boston's sports teams have had a monopoly on all important victories for the past decade. I'm tired of seeing them win. I have more sympathy for Richie Tenenbaum in the scene when his step-sister Margot gets married resulting in 72 unforced errors in his tennis match than I do for the Red Sox losing in the playoffs.



That said, anyone else watch Cool Runnings on TNT last night?

Derice Bannock: "Boston, ya dead?"
Sanka Coffie: "Ya mon, I'm dead."