The other night in Boston, one detail was missing from the image of A-Rod touching home plate with eyes and fingers pointed to heaven.
An evil black beard.
A Ming the Merciless beard. A Snidely Whiplash. Maybe even a Kristie Alley.
In celebration of the Yankees' rejuvenated status as pure evil, as the team that all god-fearing fans must instinctively hate, it is time for the organization to end its outdated ban on facial shrubbery.
If A-Rod were allowed pure freedom of expression, he could dress as a woman (which, by the way, would also be effective) and grow the chin roughage.
Free the Yankee chins.
Let my people grow.
Wednesday, August 21, 2013
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