QUOTE(RedSoxAnni @ Sep 22 2004, 11:06 AM)
``It's up to the individual,'' he said. ``But dealing with Mr. (George) Steinbrenner is something you have to give a lot of thought to.
``Riding the Yankees gravy train can be a great thing,'' Boggs said. ``But day in and day out you'll have to deal with (Steinbrenner). Yes, going there for big money is nice, but you'll really have to perform for it.''
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That's what mom always said ... dad hated to perform for it. That's why she was driven to the point of prosti ... er ... destitution and was forced into posing for Penthouse.
I was only 4, so I don't remember much. But after everything all blew up, the string of flophouses and train stations I slept in made a mark on me. I knew at an early age I wanted to grow up to be what my father could never be ... a man devoted to one mistress, one true love -- the Boston Red Sox.
In my wildest dreams, I never thought I could soar so high as to be a moderator at a popular Red Sox bulletin board, but here I am. I haven't forgotten where I come from.
It's sad, really. The only thing dad could ever really love was his chicken. And in the end, he even choked THAT away. No pun intended. And now I have to endure his ceaseless advertisements for hair-replacement strategies and inane mutterings about wanting to go into the Hall as a Devil Ray (Devil Ray? Come on. Are you kidding me?).
He's dead to me. I wish to say to him, in the words of my good celebrity illegitimate child friend, Scott Evil, "I hate you! I hate you! I wish I was never artificially created in a lab!"
-Margo Adams Love Child III, esq.
