Friday, October 10, 2003

Sport wit

This October has provided some of the best fodder for hilarious sports writers.

My love for Bill Simmons and his way with words is unmatched, but I have a new guy to add to the roster of beloved writers, who I accientally stumbled upon through a link of Boston bloggers. Seth Stevenson writes for Slate, and he captures perfectly the way I feel about a potential Cubs/Sox World Series:

I have previously suggested that I feel toward the Yankees as I would toward someone who'd shot and killed my dog. Given this, what would it feel like if the Cubs beat us in the big one? It would feel as though some pleasant, absent-minded guy had accidentally run over my dog in the street and not really noticed, and then clumsily reversed back over the dog as it yelped in its death throes. Then he started whooping and guzzling beer with friends, while still standing over the dog corpse. And all the while he still seems like a really nice guy who was hard to blame or dislike.


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