The Boston Red Sox like beer. Um… Yeah?
CLICK HERE. I can’t figure how to imbed it- but you’ll be glad you did.
Do what I did if country music makes you cringe. Fast forward to the 2 minute mark.
And baseball without beer? Seriously, that’s like dill pickles that aren’t kosher.
An inner tube without a river. Ahhhhh, a river. That’s how I plan to spend my weekend.
You know. If this nasty, icky only-when-I’m-not-working rain would dissipate.
But seriously. Baseball. Beer. They go together like peanut butter and jelly. Cagney and Lacy. Kevin Youkilis and yours truly. Beer is part of that baseball ritual. Pop open a cold one, get semi-comatose on the couch, and wait for the bad calls to get your riled up.
So, as we await another Fenway stomping, I ask you..
What’s your baseball must have?
My mother said a remote control. Please be more interesting than that.
PS- Another crazy list on a blog today- the 20 Biggest Douchebags? I get (but wholeheartedly disagree) why a not-fan might put Beckett and Paps on the list. They can be scary. I’m sure Josh Beckett can make a not-fan dribble with tears, what with his unapologetic bad-assery. Paps as number one? Kind of a hilarious choice. Clearly we in the not-fan ranks are shaking in our high tops over the Paps face.
But guess who else ranks? David Ortiz. What is the world coming to, people? Clearly we need more outreach education. Because the ignorant masses are creeping.