"Would you like to join me for the dick eating contest at Fenway this year?"
Remember a year ago? When the Sox blew a (not “an,” I’m not Madonna) HISTORIC lead and missed their chance at greatness? Remember how eager the Nation was to vilify Tim Wakefield and his run at the history books? Overwhelmingly, they blamed Tim for losing the season. Not Josh Beckett. Not Lackey. Not Daisuke. Not HORRIBLE defensive support or blown leads. Not bad attitudes. Not weak offense down the stretch. Not even (much) beer and chicken. Ok, Tito got thrown under the bus a little.
But mostly it was “Oooh, boo hoo, Tim Wakefield wants to pad his stats too much, he’s selfish, wahhhh…” Well, he got tossed, and guess fucking what? The 2012 Red Sox proved you all right! They won the American League East by 12 games, are storming into the playoffs with the best record in baseball thanks to Wake’s absence, and all is right with the world. Hey, I can admit when I’m wrong, and I was wrong. It WAS all Tim Wakefield screwing things up last year. One bad apple CAN ruin it for the rest of us. Mea culpa, mea culpa!
Dicks.
