Little Wily Mo

Little Wily Mo, Wily won't go home
But you can't push Wily 'round Wily won't go
Try tellin' everybody but, oh no
Little Wily Mo, Wily won't go home . . .
-Nicky Chinn, Mike Chapman


I thought the tide was going to turn when Rhonda took off her pin-striped shirt and cut it into shreds. (If you weren't there, you'll have to ask someone that was. WOW!) Manny instantly hit a home run, but Wily was stopped in his tracks and we were subjected to 10 minutes of Michael Kay gloating. There have been several requests to press the SAP button when the YES broadcasts are on. Let me know what you think.

The MFY took 2 out of 3 but the rivalry doesn't end there. Next Wednesday 4 Yankee fans are coming in to take on 4 Red Sox fans in a baseball trivia challenge. The teams aren't set yet, so if you think you know your Red Sox let me know and you could be on the team.

Thanks to all of you that stuck around for the screening of "Red Sox Stories". If you were in it and want a copy let me know.


I asked for your blogs and here they are:

He may be an East Village Idiot but he loves the Sox.

If you hate the Riv you're in good company with Michael Legett. Read his romantic ramblings on Random Fandom. And, find out what "F*** Kaczmarczyk" means.

If you care at all about sheep do not open WelshSoxFan's website. He probably has the best reason to root for the Red Sox: they were the closest team to his home in WALES!

The omnipresent Q hits us every day with The Mighty Quinn Media Machine. The most prolific blogger on the planet, yesterday Quinn cheered me up with his recounting of the best game I ever attended: September 10, 1999 at the Toilet. It was the first time I ever got thrown out of Yankee Stadium.

He's not Sully, he's the Suldog and here's his blog.

And lastly is this idiot that seems to be copying almost everthing that I write.

You love her
But she loves him
And he loves somebody else
Ya just can't win
And so it goes
Till the day you die
This thing they call love
It's gonna make you cry
I've had the blues
The reds and the pinks
One thing's for sure...
-P. Wolf/S. Justman