Bobby Who?

It is one of those times when I play my collection of CD's instead of listening to live radio or TV. For some reason, the media programming geniuses have decided that everyone in New England is giddy with the World Series win over the Rockies in a 4 game sweep. Those who see themselves as part of "Red Sox Nation" yell "We won!"

We Did? I don't know who the We is, since I did nothing more than drink beer and sit on my lard ass on the sofa , doing my bills, organizing my socks and playing video poker during the volumes of repeated commercials. Occasionally, I would look up during those rare moments of drama when somebody actually hit a ball far enough that they could run to a base.

Ok I'm exaggerating. I did watch the most of the games, because I generally enjoy a good athletic contest, and the playoffs are the only time when the players seem to really care about the outcome. Although most of the drama and hype is concocted by media whores whose lively hood relies on an aroused audience.

I must be getting old and cranky, but when I saw the tub of Champagne that the winners were going to squirt at each other, I thought: What a collossal waste of fermented grapes. I just hope it was cheap crap. I'd hate to think that premium sparkling wine was being wasted for the entertainment of the viewing public. I shut the TV off just as the last out was called. I don't need to watch a bunch of overpaid jocks acting like schoolyard kids. They won; since I personally had little to celebrate about, and had already consumed my allowed quota of bubbly - 2 Bud Lites - I went to bed.

Now, I am waiting patiently for the Media-generated hooh-hah to settle down. Everywhere I go, people are remarking about the series. "How about dem sox!" they say (guy at the donut shop). "Are you going to the parade?" (clerk at the convenience store where I buy my scratch tickets) "We clean Red Sox jacket 20% off. You bring today." (Chinese lady at the laundry. I didn't bother to assure her that I have no Logoed clothing whatsoever.) "Did you see that kid hit that home run? First Pitch. Out of the Park. You want the Tingling or Warming?" (Guy at the drug store, referring to the eighth inning, game winning Home run hit by Bobby Kielty, and also to my price inquiry on a tube of KY Jelly.) "Yeh, I had tickets to game 6. Ok, hold still a second. Hmmn. Does it hurt when I do this? Yeh, right behind home plate. Ok we're done." (My proctologist.)

Apparently, these people thinking that everyone gives a sweet crap that the Red Sox won the world series. I say BFD. It's nice for them - the baseball employees - because they earn more money; but how do the fair weather fans benefit?

I guess they think just because I look like a retired guy, I probably have nothing better to do than talk about baseball games. I feel like a growling old dog in a pen full of spunky puppies. I've already expressed my feelings towards the bunch of guys who work at Fenway Park Who is this kid Bobby Kielty anyhow?