Certainly, it is no Guiteau Monday, not with so much to celebrate, but even as we stake out the parade route (The Red Sox, the Boston franchise of the American League, recently defeated the National League champions, making them world champions), beef has no holidays. By the Grinder, out of Homesick Texan, news of a Charleston/Houston shrimp throwdown -- a Houston food writer rhapsodized about Carolina shrimp, inciting indignant responses. My experience of Houston cuisine is limited to concourse C of the airport, when I fly to New Orleans, but complaining about a claim the seafood is better in Charleston than in Houston seems kind of like sending a bunch of purple-vested parveneu Jesus freaks to play in the Fall Classic.
I don't think it's necessary to add "jesus freaks" to the epithes for the JV league champs. Not only is it unfair to the rising crop of latin players on that squad, people living in glass houses and all that.
Anybody who needs me at noon today can look for me at the corner of Gloucester and Boyleston.
Posted by: Rose's Lime | Tuesday, 30 October 2007 at 10:14 AM
I did not phrase that as well as I ought. I'm fine with individual athletes expressing and espousing whatever belief they want -- what makes the case of the Rockies different is that they make drafting and signing players of a certain faith an organizational principle:
http://www.thenation.com/doc/20060619/zirin
That, I am not OK with.
Posted by: Fesser | Tuesday, 30 October 2007 at 11:26 AM
I stand corrected. Call them Rockies hipocritical born-again, tea-totaling, foot-washing, snake-handling, toungue-speaking, purple-vest wearing Jesus freaks all you want.
Posted by: Rose's Lime | Wednesday, 31 October 2007 at 10:10 AM