I want to make a little site news/programming note here: I get a lot of emails from people with blogs who want me to look at their stuff, and I'm sad to say that I very rarely email anyone back. I just want to let you all it's not personal, and that I do, indeed, read every email and look at every site. As a token of good faith, here is one such entry, from a website called Boston Sportz. And remember, that's sportz with a Z.
Again, everybody: please don't take it personally if I don't write back. You're all beautiful, unique snowflakes. Especially the Boston fans.


If you're happy and you know it……..
**clap clap clap**
Isn't Pat Morita dead?
Why are we being punished?
Red Sox fanz (!) are almost as bad as al Qaeda.
Bite your tongue Pallazzo….or you'll piss off terrorists!
http://www.bahstanspahtz.com? I keep getting a "Page cannot be displayed" message.
So this is the Boston equivalent of Kige Ramsey?
*Kige has sponsorship.
Ladies and Gentlemen, I give you Bill Simmons' slightly-more-annoying little brother.
More annoying, Hugh? Lets think abotu that.
@HHY: "about", you douchebag
Not doing much to beat back that unemployed-and-living-in-his-parents-basement stereotype.
"Another one of my favorite shows Entourage"
I think that about sums it up
I don't know what was funnier…his witty comments, or Schindler's List.
Does he have a wedding ring on his finger and the Fenway scoreboard on his wall? There's a combination I never thought I'd see.
WOW! The purpose of a pitcher is to get outs?!?! I thought they just stood on the bump tossin' lollipops up there, hoping a few snuck by the batters.
It's a little known fact that Yankee and Sox fans were the reason Jonathan Swift wrote A Modest Proposal.
What, we couldn't have fucking showered for our little internet appearance? Even a hooker bath would have saved me from the cyber-reak.
Crispin Glover wants his train of thought and coherence back.
Circuit City should be ashamed of itself for selling digital cameras to the retarded.
FYI, he made that at 8:45 AM. Ostensibly after bleaching his floor and tossing out the body parts of whatever girl he drugged the night before.
Boston, still not racist.
I'm never going to get that minute back. Someone owes me 33.3 cents.
I think by "caffeine" he means "hard liquor."
Everyone does strange things when they’re alone: Talk in strange voices, act like a toughguy towards people you’ll never meet, look at tranny porn just to be sure you’re not really gay. But usually, the only witnesses to how much of an asshole you can be when alone are your mirror, your dog, and that strange boy next door who mysteriously wears a helmet for seemingly mundane, every-day activities. Then came the internet, and the whole system went right out the fucking window.
I see this guy has completed Level I of Boston Sports Guy training: "The Universal Application of Karate Kid References."
Now he just needs to save his pennies for "90,210 Reasons I Love 90210."
As a Boston Red Sox fan I hang my head in shame at this fucking moron.
That guy is the face and maybe president of Red Sox nation.
Epstein needs to hire this guy immediately as the new pitching coach. He obviously knows what it takes to win, mediocre threats and eyebrows. A whole lot of eyebrows.
Jimmy time for dinner!
Shut up ma im doin my show here!
is it wrong that I want all redsox fans to die?