Fat-fuck fans in sweatshirts
asking for directions
in accents that make one's ear hurt
from New Jersey inflections.
The shame and horror of New York
is rotten, pockmarked sports teams
and puke-breath fans who get uncorked
whenever they're succeeding.
Mannings, like Sparty's Plaxico
are bastards since the nineties,
whereas Tom Brady's Orange Bowl
win shall be remembered fondly.
Down the street limp obese churls
past trashcans spilled by barfing girls.
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whereas Tom Brady's Orange Bowl
win shall be remembered fondly.
Watch yourself.
Bridge & Tunnel trash have taken over, eh?
That poem touched me in inappropriate places.
- In a sonnet about vomit, the 2000 Orange Bowl is a reason to "watch" myself?
- B&T were the symptom, not the disease. I've lived in media markets for three big sports towns -- Detroit, Boston and New York -- and while Red Sox fans are my least favorite, the low baseline in New York cuts across all sports.
-- If it touched you inappropriately, I promise that my eyes were closed and it was all by accident.
I'll also add that late-90s Red Wings fans were pretty unbearable, and that I have many friends who love the Red Sox. I distinguish them from Red Sox fans in Boston itself, who are the worst of the worst.
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