I don’t believe in curses, but maybe the media can start hyping the “Curse of the Ridiculously Offensive Chief Wahoo” as the cause of all your woes. Seriously; that grinning Sambo should’ve died in the seventies. It’s several degrees worse than the Seminoles, Chiefs, and even the Redskins’ mascots. The Celtics’ leprechaun doesn’t even register since the Irish in Boston spread way more diseases than they received in tainted blankets. (I can say that because I’m an Irish Pop Star.)
Let’s hope the World Series ends soonish. I’ve got shit to do. (Not really, but let’s pretend I have a life.)
Beisbol. Beisbol. Beisbol.