It's not like we didn't see this coming.
In yesterday's Shanktastic writeup, The CHB forecast a Patriots win: "On Sunday, the Patriots will assume their spot as the
top-seeded team in the AFC."
Today, however, he's singing a different tune: "[T]hese Patriots simply are not that good. Sure, they
are good enough to win the AFC East for the 10th time in 11 seasons —
winning the AFC East has become like winning a trophy for playing T-ball
in Newton — but the notion that they were the AFC’s top seed is
laughable."
I guess it's too much to ask for Daiquiri Dan to recall that just three weeks ago he wrote "the Patriots are flexing their muscles after
last Sunday’s dramatic comeback over the Broncos. The 8-3 Patriots are
favorites to run the table and return to the Super Bowl."
But to not remember what you wrote the day before? That's what AA is for, Big Guy.
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Monday, December 16, 2013
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Sunday, February 24, 2013
The One in Which The CHB Admits to Being an Ass...
It was bound to happen.
When someone perpetually tries to take the opposite side of every perspective, they inevitably will end up contradicting themselves.
The CHB today completed the final tie of the knot by arguing that not only will Red Sox v. 2013 be lousy, but boring besides.
This after years of complaint about the home team for running out players who were surly (read: too African American), prima donnas (read: too Hispanic), media-unfriendly (Nomar, John Lackey, Josh Beckett), overpaid (read: everyone since Ted Williams) lacking in talent (David Ortiz, that "giant sack of you-know-what), drunk (Kevin Millar, Beckett), and fat (Clemens, Ortiz again, Beckett again, and every Hispanic not named Pedro Martinez).
Last year the team fielded an Opening Day lineup with no fewer than nine former All-Stars, and that wasn't enough. They were chicken-eating, beer guzzling prima donnas, and therefore they couldn't win. (Forget the record injuries.) This year, they are "good guys," but not talented enough. The saloon doors they keep a swingin'.
The CHB must believe that sweating out a mile a day is all it takes to be a professional athlete.
No, that's all it takes to be a professional ass.
When someone perpetually tries to take the opposite side of every perspective, they inevitably will end up contradicting themselves.
The CHB today completed the final tie of the knot by arguing that not only will Red Sox v. 2013 be lousy, but boring besides.
This after years of complaint about the home team for running out players who were surly (read: too African American), prima donnas (read: too Hispanic), media-unfriendly (Nomar, John Lackey, Josh Beckett), overpaid (read: everyone since Ted Williams) lacking in talent (David Ortiz, that "giant sack of you-know-what), drunk (Kevin Millar, Beckett), and fat (Clemens, Ortiz again, Beckett again, and every Hispanic not named Pedro Martinez).
Last year the team fielded an Opening Day lineup with no fewer than nine former All-Stars, and that wasn't enough. They were chicken-eating, beer guzzling prima donnas, and therefore they couldn't win. (Forget the record injuries.) This year, they are "good guys," but not talented enough. The saloon doors they keep a swingin'.
The CHB must believe that sweating out a mile a day is all it takes to be a professional athlete.
No, that's all it takes to be a professional ass.
Friday, August 24, 2012
Duh, I Like-ah da Bass-bawl
So about a gazillion things going on with the Red Sox tonight, not the least of which could be the team's most significant trade in the past 20 years, and here's The CHB's "question" at the post-game presser: "Pedro Ciriaco, just another clutch hit for you guys."
Ruh-tahd.
Ruh-tahd.
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