You know who you are. It is SO on, you don't even know how ON it is. It is so on it is OFF. You're already scared- and you should be. When my Red Sox crush your silly little White Sox (and they will- and I will be there to witness it), this is the fate that awaits you:

And just for that Jeter crack this morning, the bet is now officially FOUR days. Sorry, dude- you mess with the bull, you get the horns.
Hope you look good in Yankee blue. And A-Rod sends you smooches.




on August 12, 2007 12:44 PM
Me scared? Please. I'm South Side Irish baby. The only things that frighten me are Prohibition and parallel parking (and commitment, of course). I'll see your 4 days and raise you one. How about you wearing your bright new Jeter shirt to Game 4 of the series after my White Sox crush the Carmines in the first 3 games? Oh, how I wish could be there at Comiskey II to see that. I'll FedEx it after Game 3, so it will be there in time. I would say Derek sends his love, but I care about your health.