I'm forced to think of the Yankees and their fat-cat luxury fan base now that the World Series is here. (Should the other NY teams be thrown in as well?) We all know that the Yankees buy their teams and championships. What is disturbing (disgusting) is the wall-street psychopaths who sit in corporate boxes with ball caps on their heads and new gloves on their hands or their children's hands. These psychopaths have gone to the game for a night out, a few moments away from stealing money from ordinary Americans. Maybe they remember their childhoods and favorite players; childhoods when they were just kids and not rapacious scumbags ruining the retirements of those who have worked hard and played by the rules. (Doesn't that canard make you want to puke your ball park frank during the seventh inning stretch.)
The inane Yankee announcers are speaking for and to the psychopaths with their goofball home run calls. Americana, a hot dog, a home run and a huge bonus for running a failing company.
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