Rear Window Ethics Rear Window Ethics: Bravo

Sunday, October 17, 2004


Well, that was a terrible game. A terrible game to watch, a terrible game to go to, a terrible game for the Sox to have played. I'm done. I'm done with them. Talk to me about them in February, maybe.

Tonight, as Nish and I sat in the good seats we had moved down to once the score went past 14 billion to 8, Rudy Giuliani walked past me. I wanted to say so many things to him, namely that he's a smug prick, a racist bastard, and a shameless opportunist. Too bad he was being escorted by his own little security force. As if he's still in office or something.

I mean, Giuliani was a classic example of a politician taking credit for anything good that happened under his watch, whether it had anything to do with him. At the end of his term he was going out with a wimper, losing in his Senate bid, holding on to a low approval rating in NYC, and basically heading into the sunset of American politics. But wait! He was Mayor on September 11th, and by George, he told the nation we were going to be alright, he stayed up without sleep, and he successfully merged his image with the most significant attack on US soil in history.

Now he's poised to use the spotlight, the bravado, and the character he has taken on after 9/11 to move onward and upward in national politics. What an opportunistic prick. Plus he wears that stupid Yankee hat that has PD and FD on each side of the cursed symbol. You can't do that. It's not fair. The Yankees are bastards, and have nothing to do with Police and Firemen who make laughingly small amounts of money compared to Steinbrenner's overpaid team. It has been said before, but it bears repeating: Above all else, FDNY and NYPD shirts and hats show that we Americans may struggle, but can bravely go on shamelessly merchandising in the face of horrific tragedy. Yay.

Nish and I really had to keep ourselves from yelling and possibly assaulting a group of college-aged girls outside the park with Yankee shit on. I hated them so much.

So yeah, that's my rant. Screw this shit. I'm done. Baseball's over, which means more time for Netflix.