SIGN OF THE APOCALYPSE, #423

From a sports fan's perspective, there's really nothing worse than the Boston Red Sox. No, not even the Yankees. There's just so much not to like about this team: This may the greatest assemblage of loathsome human beings ever to win a series. Discounting the pomposity of Curt Schilling and scuzzery of Kevin Youklis (who, according to one report, tried to take two ladies home from a bar with this sensitive line: "Two fives make 10, right?"), there's Julio Lugo, who did nothing but whine like a little bitch when he came over to the Dodgers from the Devil Rays in 2006. There's gonna be no hiding behind that .237 average (and robus .294 OBP) if the Sox get off to a slow start. You know, Manny I don't even mind. He seems pretty harmless. But JD Drew. Fuck me. There's no one on the planet who deserves to win less than this wind-up tool of evil agent Scott Boras. I mean, I almost hurled in my cereal when I read a quote from Drew that closed today's L.A. Times World Series game four story: "I was looking for a team I knew had a chance to compete," he said. "Looks like I chose the right one." Does he honestly think anyone besides the most gullible 8-year-olds would buy that load of horseshit. Just tell the truth: You wanted the most money. It happened to be in Boston. You got lucky. And you sold your first-born to Boras.

"Red Sox Nation," as uttered by team owner John Henry: Does this guy own this inane phrase that blankets the most blantant bandwagon-jumping fans in America into one catch-all cult of inanity? Geezus.