red stockings
When the Yankees pulled off a final win last Friday, it may not be surprising if some decided to end their lives. Little E banged his head on the wall in anger; added to that, he changed his MSN display name to 'I HATE THE YANKEES'. Across the Isle, M being no diehard baseball fan, typed in something pro Red Socks just to annoy E. Am not following any sort of games for some time, but having stayed in Boston during my young and innocent age, I suppose I can support the Red Socks. Little kids in Boston were raised to worship the Socks you know. Our elementary school teacher would walk in the classroom every morning and the first thing she would do was to scribble scores on the board. If we won, everyone went YEAH! Maybe it is really The Curse of the Bambino taking effect. Will they ever get into the World Series again since 1918? It's been such a long wait.
Speaking of socks and stockings, I believe the Christmas season is two months away, and already BHS is selling scary red and green products. These furry smiley faces do not look as friendly as they seem, as with one gentle touch, they immediately produce ear-splitting, horrible sounds.
