Proposing a supposition that may turn your head, turn your stomach, or just make you turn the page, Sam Borden writes that the Yankees and Red Sox have become mirror images of each other. The comparisons are rather obvious, which excuses Borden from the fact that Cliff Corcoran wrote basically the same thing prior to game one of the season series.
But there are fundamental differences as well: what right-minded, good-hearted, god-fearing person eats the crust first?
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The kind person that sent the link says the commercial was filmed at Carmine’s Pizza on Graham Avenue in Brooklyn, and that the owner is the biggest Yankee fan out there, having turned his parlor into a Yankees shrine. He also informed us that the kid who plays the Sox fan is a genuine Sox fan.
One big difference: The female crowd at Yankee Stadium is waaaaaay hotter.
Nice. Much better than the really poorly executed Kruk-briefcase-bugs spot.
The ad is nice, though I would have changed the tag at the end to read:
ESPN
Where rivalries are ritualistically and humorlessly flogged to death
But I understand if they had space constraints on their copy.
Oh, and those “similarities” that Borden comes up with to prove that the two teams are mirror images (though doesn’t that imply they are inverted from each other?) are woefully simplistic and/or wrong. Mike Lowell = Jason Giambi? Good grief.
The spot is great. It absolutely nails the stereotypical Yank and Sox fans that lives in this borough. Bravo.
I’ve worn my Sox hat -and- gone out for pizza in Brooklyn no less. No big deal.
crust first?! seriously, that defies logic. the crust is the gripping point to avoid getting your fingers scorched by the sauce and melted cheese. i hope you guys dont think his pizza eating is representative of all sox fans….
If the kid was a real Sox fan, he would have thrown the slice.
> If the kid was a real Sox fan, he would have thrown the slice.
well played, nettles.
i used to live near Carmines (if thats really where its shot). i few times that i’d go in there with a sox hat on there’d be a lot of yelling and mock denials of pizza slices.
my last wishes would be for a thin slice from Stombolis (Saint Marks Pl. in Manhattan) followed by a sicilian slice from Pinocchio’s (Harvard Square in Cambridge). i could die happy with a little slice of new york and boston.
Did he ever finish the pizza?