Today I am turning in my fan membership card, my loyalty, my love ... I'm throwing it out the window as I drive down Hwy 20 out here in Sweetwater, Texas, home of the Rattlesnake Round-Up. It seemed an appropriate place for it. The legend, the icon, the idol I had so loved finally showed his true colors to me...and they weren't red, white and blue...they were pinstriped....just like a con-man should be dressed.
That certificate signifies if you are a Native Texan....meaning you were born in my glorious state. Yes...I am a bit proud of my state, that I do NOT hide. BUT I just want my New England friends to know and realize 2 things: Bush and Clemens ARE NOT NATIVE TEXANS!!!! I repeat....hell I cant even write his name again.
Today I am renouncing Roger's Texan Card....he and Andy can make out all they want. I hope the fat lard falls on his face and embarrasses himself. You Sistahs have been so patient and sweet about my love for him. You understood and loved the fact I stayed when he left...and I do appreciate it...but JEEEEEEEEEEEZUSSSSSSSS.....why didn't someone bitch SLAP ME????
By the way...his pic is down from myspace....I am contemplating what goes in its place as to my reason of WHY I am a Red Sox Fan....any suggestions???
TRUE DIEHARD RED SOX FAN