Red Sox fans are getting old

Real fast thoughts:

I got to a Red Sox-A's game at Fenway last night with two friends. I also wore an A's hat, mostly because I like the A's, but in part just to be a regionally contrarian asshole. Apparently the relationship between Sox fans and fans of opposing AL teams that are not the Yankees can be summed up as the following: "Well, I guess you have a right to root for a team that's from your hometown, but why would you want to, since the Red Sox are the absolute pinnacle of the sporting experience and - in case you hadn't heard - a perfect analogy for the futility and, ultimately, redemption of the human struggle?" And if you're a fan of an NL team they treat you like you said you have WNBA season tickets. The game itself was pretty tight; Bronson Arroyo had a no-hitter going through five but the A's lost 2-1.

Things I hate that happen regularly at Fenway Park:
-When everyone in the park jumps to their feet and screams every time any Red Sox hitter hits a ball in the air, anywhere. A routine fly ball to center field warrants a cheer that could drown out a rocket launch, and God help you if the outfielder has to take a step or two back. It does produce a pleasing sound when the ball is caught and the fans abruptly realize that they have no ability to judge distance: AAAHHHHHHHHH-AAAAAAWWWWWWwwww.
-When fans boo and scream things like "PUSSIES!" at a completely appropriate move by the other team, like intentionally walking Manny Ramirez with a runner on second and two out to get to Trot Nixon. Maybe they should be calling Nixon a pussy for sucking so tremendously against lefthanded pitching.
-When people try to start the Wave and then actively cheer its progress. Apparently the eighth inning of a one-run game between two teams fighting for playoff spots at the end of September is not enough to keep your attention. What the fuck? Did I mistakenly attend an arena football game in Wichita?

And wow, the South must be feeling great right about now. Hurricane Rita now has a projected path that goes through South Beach in Miami, South Florida, and right across the rest of the Gulf Coast into Houston, where it will probably complete the unprecedented Homo-Holo-Afrocaust. Say what you will about God, but He is persistent.

As for tonight, there are two pro football games on, the season premiere of Arrested Development, and an episode of Prison Break. I wash myself with a rag on a stick.

I now write the MLB Power Rankings for Barstool Sports. I'll post them tomorrow.