Ah, yes. SF, our fickle friend, is back to full bile now that his sordid Sox have a bit of a lead in the division. He doth blow like the summer wind—intermittent, if not gentle, before typically fading in the crisp autumnal froidure. Just a few weeks ago our beloved co-blogger was prepared to forsake the season and baseball altogether. And this was prior to the Manny Contretemps, which left not just him, but his team and his city in a state of self-professed disgrace. And look where we are now. With a minor win streak, he’s retaken to taunting—revealing that deep well of insecurity that ever fails to quench the raging and vengeful thirst of RSN. How sad for him. For them.
There is a better way. And for this we point you to Alex Belth’s fine piece on Bronx Banter on a fan whose allegiance runs deep and pure and, against all odds and distance, have never run dry.