Call him Shank, call him CHB (Curly-Haired Boyfriend), call him inventor of the curse, or call him Bozo. Use whichever nickname you prefer, just don’t call Dan Shaughnessy and invite him over to my house for dinner. For some reason, CHB (my personal favorite nickname, thank You Carl) has made it his mission in life to stir up trouble where it doesn’t exist and bash Red Sox players as they leave town. What makes a columnist do this to his hometown team? Too much time spent stuffed in junior high lockers? Or too many boy’s room swirlies or gym class wedgies?
From the people that took you inside the mind of Dale Svuem, brought you conversations with Butch Hobson’s ghost and Future Red, journey now into the head of CHB. Just don’t get stuck in the ‘fro on the way in…
crap…deadline in two hours and I don’t have anything to write about…damn them for winning the World Series…I could always rehash the curse stuff when I was up against deadline…ahhh the curse…those were the days…those were my days…the glory days…anyway…maybe someone’s leaving the team…hehehe…Offerman a piece of garbage…the scathing Nomar and Pedro pieces…or should I say masterpieces…oh Danny how do you do it…OK…still need a topic…Rice and the Hall of Fame…already been done…where’s Buckner when you need him…the curse was it dammit…maybe there is a new curse in town…baked beans…molasses floods…Boston Tea Party…come on Danny-Boy think…friggin’ Cubs stole the Billy Goat idea…I could have had another 86 years of stories…when Foulke flipped that ball to whatsisname I was screwed…that stupid ball will be in the Hall of Fame but I won’t…where is that ball…does that Mintcaveman guy still have it…
::glances up distractedly at television::
I never heard of the movie, but damn, that is one fine looking young man…
For more CHB “love”, see Beth’s post yesterday.
