Whatever you are getting at, get over it. I'm commenting on the idiots who keep falling for BTC who, as I'm sure you know, was borne out of the demise of the ESPN commenting system.

Sorry to disappoint you, pal. I've been here since 2007.

I just can't with the commenters here anymore. Is this influx of cluelessness due to ESPN's going to a Facebook-linked system?

It's actually a written takedown of CC by the late, great site Fire Joe Morgan. *wipes tear*

You're being trolled, dear.

You're only just now hearing that Colin Cowherd spews ignorant viewpoints?

I inquired with the gallery. $2,500.

And unfortunately, the pool of malfeasance was made even worse when the State Police absorbed that cesspool of corruption (and turf-warring), the Metropolitan District Commission Police, into its ranks back in '92.

He needed Drunk Bruins Girl to show him how it's done.

It might leave a bad paste in the mouth.

I'm sure I'll be quaking in my heels at Flushing Meadows.

You are a true artiste of the form.

Western Mass, to be specific.

I think you need to re-read what he wrote. He's not a fan; he's simply a bloke who happens to live in (and loathe) Boston.

And this is why, as a Bostonian, I fucking hate people who choose to live here and then make ridiculous generalizations about the city that could be easily applied to any other major metropolitan area with a healthy slate of pro sports teams.

I don't mean to speak for APNDR, but as I agree with his sentiment, I'll offer my reasons. Jerry has publicly battled health issues over the years that caused him to take significant leaves of absence - for cancer, for depression, for allergies. Add to that not only this terrible murder by his son Jared - who…

You still can get there - drop down is now on the "hamburger" menu, top right, next to your av.

Here you go.

Reading this late, but your wife is doing one of the most important jobs around. It's just a shame that Remy's mother interfered and (in my opinion) abetted Martel's murder with classic enabling on behalf of her asshole son.

More like, the privilege of being related to a beloved member of the Red Sox family.