oh johnny.

it's kind of staggering how hot johnny damon is with his beard and the hair. i mean, sure, jesus-y, but in that fucking hot, who's-your-daddy way. i am fine with that way. in fact, i like that way best. sort of dirty, and scruffy. he's been playing for the red sox, which really means he's a scrapper. a real live sports movie come to life. and well, look at him. it's not just me, right? the red sox means nothing to me beyond the fact that i have a couple friends that are red sox fans, and when the red sox lose, i feel their pain inasmuch as they feel the pain, well, because generally, we all suffer when the sox blow it. still, now they are a success story, and johnny damon's hot form really represents that.

but generally, the kind of venom i have for the yankees is a little akin to what i feel for the cowboys. i would root against the yankees on any given day of the week, if they were playing anybody. but i have so much more fodder now that damon has signed a four year, 52 million dollar contract with the fucking yankees. let's spell that out, shall we? damon helped the red sox, sworn, mortal enemies of the yankees, win the world series for the first time in however many years, and now, johnny damon, mr. red sox, is playing for the FUCKING YANKEES. which whatevah, i would drool over him in pinstripes or red, but the yankees go too far. they have to kill everything beautiful and good in the world. i hate them. H-A-T-E. it's not right. they are making dude shave and get a fucking flat top. it's not right. why not kill puppies and cavort with clowns while you're at it yankees organization? you already scare the fuck outta me with your shenanigans. shit ain't right.