He’s back. The New York Post “writer” that actually called for Yankee pitchers to throw at Big Papi’s head, has outdone himself today.

Back in May of 2006, he published these brilliant words:

Yankees have to drop Papi. They need to brush the beast back.

The Yankees … need to pick out one of David Ortiz’ chins and let a little music dance across the whiskers. And they need to do this immediately….

If Ortiz were any more comfortable at the plate, he’d bring a chaise lounge, a pitcher of Pina Coladas and a couple of Cuban cigars with him to the batter’s box. If he were any more settled in, he’d hang a badminton net on the grass. Ortiz has splattered Yankees pitching for three-plus years, and he’s never once had to face the flip side of all that prosperity.
Not once.
Eventually, that has to end.

Today, he’s less violent but so much more outrageous. He contends that because the Giants (not the Jets!) beat the Patriots in the Superbowl, somehow that translates into having something to do with this weekend’s baseball series.

From today’s Post:


Surely you remember our last encounter, yes? They said it would be a cold day in hell before the Giants would knock off the Patriots in the Super Bowl, and they were mostly right: Most of the week of the big game, it was overcoat weather in Phoenix, so maybe that should have been the first harbinger of what was to come.

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From 1919 through 2003, things turned upside down a bit. Perhaps you heard. It was in all the papers. If my math is correct it was . . . let’s see . . . carry the one . . . ah, yes.
Twenty-six to zero.
Ah, but that was then, you say. Ancient history, you insist. Remember 2004, you exalt! Remember 2007, you exclaim!


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Another baseball season dawns, another opportunity for the Yankees to make things as they used to be. And, short of that, there is always this:
Giants 17, Patriots 14.
You know. In case you forgot.

I guess his job was to try to stir up the rivalry and maybe he accomplished that, but man, the Superbowl? Football? New Jersey football? And back to the “86 years” and “26 rings” talk? I hope the Boston writers do better than that.