Big Cheati

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I don't normally wish ill-will to people, but this past off-season Big Papi of the Red Sucks sat in front of his locker and explained what a great guy he is because he didn't cheat and that all people caught cheating should have their numbers adjusted, shouldn't be allowed to enter the Hall of Fame, and should just be kicked out of the sport.

Still take that stand, Big Cheater?

Everyone who follows baseball knows that Boston should never win a World Series. In 1986 they were one out away and performed the colossal choke. Against the Yanks Bucky Dent hammered one over their cute little wall that's about 250' from home plate (all in an effort to make their mediocre players seem like good hitters) and then there was Aaron Boone off Tim Wakefield who thinks he's playing badminton.

Yet they won in '04 and '07 and they screamed loud about everyone who was cheating while they won the 'right way.'

The problem being that anyone who remembered Ortiz as a mediocre player with the Twins knew something was amiss when he started hitting bombs. For the past six or seven years I've told everyone that cares to listen to me talk that Ortiz, Manny, Varitek and possibly Schilling were all cheating (and don't get me started on that fake bloody sock, what a jerk).

In any regard, I watched Big Fakei greet the media yesterday. "I have no information," he said. "I don't know what I tested positive for."

I'll help you. Remember when you and your buddy stuck needles in each other's fat asses?

That's what came up positive.

Just a side note to all the people who think I'm being unfair here - I know a lot of others cheated including a number of Yankees - I know this is baseball's fault and that they understood it was going on - but I have the right to gloat after Papi came off as wronged when everyone else was implicated.

Way to go, Boston - enjoy breaking the curse. Now people will put an asterisk next to those wins - shame on you, you lousy cheaters.

(This post is dedicated to my buddy Frank Zocco)

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deafjeff said…
something about pay backs...
31 July, 2009
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