Josh Q. Public:It is the spirit and not the form of law that keeps justice alive. -Earl Warren
Public Service Announcement: OK, here we go! I don’t like this. I don’t like this one bit. I do not like it in a house. I do not like it with a mouse. I do not like it here or there. I do not like it anywhere. You may say I’m a homer. You may say I’m out of order. I say, you’re out of order! You’re out of order! The whole trial is out of order! Boom Boom Beckett was robbed. He was jobbed. He was rump swabbed. Just like Pedro was robbed by I-Rod oh so many years ago. I don’t care that in the last game of the season Beckett looked more like Matt Young than he did Cy Young. I don’t care that CC pitched more innings than Boom Boom. I don’t care that he threw fifteen more strikeouts. I don’t care what they say about us anyway. I don’t care about that. I care that Josh Boom Boom Beckett was the best pitcher in the American League this year. Who would you want on the hill? King of the Hill. And just so you know, Beckett struck out (.96) per inning while Sabathia struck out even fewer, a paltry (.84) per inning. So put that in your pipe and smoke it. Boom Boom Beckett walked only forty batters all season. Boom Boom Beckett only allowed seventeen bombs. Boom Boom Beckett Beckett limited opponents to a .245 batting average. Boom Boom Beckett held opponents to .207 with runners in scoring position. He outshined Sabathia in all these categories. Outdevined Sabathia. Out walked the line Sabathia. Doesn’t that count for something? Doesn’t twenty games? I remember when twenty games meant something. I remember when that was how a pitcher was measured. Boy, the way Glenn Miller played. Songs that made the Hit Parade. Guys like us, we had it made. Those were the days. Not so much anymore. Not for Mark Feinsand of the New York Daily News or Jorge Ortiz of USA Today. I guess twenty games means bupkus to them. Those Bozos each listed Sabathia, Lackey and Fausto Carmona on their ballots. No Boom Boom Beckett in sight. That just ain’t right. Makes you wanna fight. Fight for your right. To party! No partying now. Not after this travesty. Not after this mockery. This trial is a travesty. It’s a travesty of a mockery of a sham of a mockery of a travesty of two mockeries of a sham. I guess you can’t have everything.
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the season Beckett looked more like Matt Young than he did Cy Young. I don’t care that CC pitched more innings than Boom Boom. I don’t care that he threw fifteen more strikeouts. I don’t care what they say about us anyway. I don’t care about that. I care that Josh Boom Boom Beckett was the best pitcher in the American League this year. Who would you want on the hill? King of the Hill. And just so you know, Beckett struck out (.96) per inning while Sabathia struck out even fewer, a paltry (.84) per inning. So put that in your pipe and smoke it. 
batting average. Boom Boom Beckett held opponents to .207 with runners in scoring position. He outshined Sabathia in all these categories. Outdevined Sabathia. Out walked the line Sabathia. Doesn’t that count for something? Doesn’t twenty games? I remember when twenty games meant something. I remember when that was how a pitcher was measured. Boy, the way Glenn Miller played. Songs that made the Hit Parade. Guys like us, we had it made. Those were the days. Not so much anymore. Not for Mark Feinsand of the New York Daily News or Jorge Ortiz of USA 
Today. I guess twenty games means bupkus to them. Those Bozos each listed Sabathia, Lackey and Fausto Carmona on their ballots. No Boom Boom Beckett in sight. That just ain’t right. Makes you wanna fight. Fight for your right. To party! No partying now. Not after this travesty. Not after this mockery. This trial is a travesty. It’s a travesty of a mockery of a sham of a mockery of a travesty of two mockeries of a sham. I guess you can’t have everything.
