It’s hard to be a SOX fan right now. Tied for first with the Twinkees and, well, the good guys lack confidence and it really shows on the field.
Not so much.
They’ve even lost some fights – it seems AJ is always on the ass end of an ass beating and Sunday was no different.
Except one thing stood out. For once (or maybe this was the second or third time ever) – Ozzie was right to have a fit.
Usually he’s playing tough guy / player’s best friend and defending the millionaires on the most mundane of issues. A beat throw. A missed tag. But Sunday was nothing short of quality management.
In honor of his spirited show, I wore my misspelled Ozzy is My Homeboy t-shirt yesterday. Yes, I paid money knowing it was wrong. It was well worth $15 to have all these Texans stare for they have no idea of the greatness embedded in my cotton shirt.
Together we have hope. Not the “it’s gonna happen” type of hope, but hope that Ozzie’s tirade can turn around an aged, streaky team with nowhere near the domination seen in 2005.
Damnit, go you SOX!
GO already! Win… for Ozzie’s sake.
Haha, I was going to write an “Ozzie is a mastermind of awesome” post last night but didn’t get around to it. I love him so very much.
2 game suspension
The way he was talking about beaning people I’m surprised that’s all he got.