The Boston Red Sox-New York Yankees rivalry is the best in sports when both teams are relevant. For years as Red Sox fans our lone comeback to “27 brings bro” has been “Yankees suck.” The problem with this comeback is that it’s just not factual and can easily be trumped by the “27 rings bro” argument. But it’s pretty much official now – the Yankees do in fact suck. Real bad too.
It’s hard to have a rivalry when one team is the World Series Champs one year and the the cellar dweller the next (Red Sox) while the other team just plain sucks. Ten years ago every Red Sox-Yankees game was an event. Tickets were at a premium. Every game sold out. But now the most exciting game played in Yankees Stadium is when Rutgers plays Northwestern in the Pinstripe Bowl.
Where did all the beautiful, magnificent hate go to? Well, luckily during the Red Sox-Yankees recent 19 inning marathon (in which the good guys won), a good ol’ fashioned Boston doosnozzles vs. New York nudniks rowdy-down transpired in the nosebleeds:
I’m relieved to see the hatred is still there. I mean look at these fuckers:
Such beautiful, glorious hate.
I’ve said it before and I’ll say it again – the Yankees have a better crowd than us. Not to say they have better fans, but the people who go to Yankees games are much more passionate about their team than the frauds who invade Fenway Park with their pink hats.
When Red Sox fans go to Yankees Stadium, you’re basically getting dressed for war. It’s the closest thing we have to Buffalo in MLB. And you know what? It’s fucking awesome. I love wearing my Red Sox gear as I walk through a parade of tacos being reigned down upon me by some Stanleys from Patterson, NJ.
And try to get a beer at Yankees Stadium while you’re wearing a Red Sox jersey. I was literally told that they were “sold out” in the second inning. Ya got that? The whole stadium was out of beer. After returning to my seats empty handed I was reminded by my dooshnozzle friends that I’d never be served in that jersey. So I took it off and was quickly given two tasty Bronx brews. That would NEVER happen at Fenway because they just want your money in Boston.
Meanwhile when you go to Fenway for the most part Yankees fans are free to take a mighty Tri-State dump on our pride by wearing their filthy Yankees gear in our stadium. And no one swears at them or calls them assholes because everyone brought their kids to the game. We need to have designated areas of the park for families and other areas for savages. If you bring your kids to the savage area of the park, that’s on you for being a crappy parent.
I’ve been to Fenway five million times and every time I go I hate it even more. If you’re not sitting behind some load bearing green pole you’re sitting in a seat angled in the wrong direction that was built for people in 1900 before trans-fat was invented.
And every dumbass with a pink hat goes there to sing Sweet Caroline. There is nothing faker than a fan who sings Sweet Caroline – a song that has nothing to do with the Red Sox or Boston. It’s a song that John Henry realized would get women to buy shit. They play that song even if the Red Sox are down 18-1 in the 8th inning. And they play it that late so that morons will stick around.
You know what they say in that song? “Good times never felt so good – so good, so good, so good.” If you’re a Red Sox fan, and you feel “so good” when your team is losing 18-1, you need to go ahead and find a fake team like Tampa Bay to root for. If you sing Sweet Caroline, then you’re part of the problem and you are a fraud.
Here’s a better idea, play this song instead:
Either way, I’m glad to see the hatred is still there with real Red Sox and Yankees fans.