turf wars

Well! Well!.......The Yankees were worryed about a jersey buried in their precious stadium. Afraid of some dread curse! BoooooHoooo! Poor little darlins. They can dig all over for a lousy jersey, but good Lord forbid they should have to replace their hallowed turf. The Holy Father, good Pope Benedict must stay off the grass! Like a common trespasser. They don't call them the d........ Yankees for nothin! You just can't make some folks see the light. To have the shepherd walk through their pasture....ahh what a blessing. But, like I say; some folks can't see, or won't see the light. What the hey! Yankees backwards is seek nay. Tonight when on bended knees, you thank the good Lord for the Red Sox; say an Ave for you know who. Pax Tecum