Our own ScartsyBJBSJ checks in from vacation. Unfortunately he doesn’t have enough consistent wifi to post from his present location.
I am as surprised as anyone at this situation. I know what’s in my heart, and would never knowingly place items into the body of my column in such a cryptic manner. Words are my livelihood and l make it my business to be very aware of what words I can and cannot use. Nonetheless, I feel I have let down Mr. Almeida, Mr. Norton, Mr. Bosell, and the rest of my teammates here at BJBSJ. I look forward to a full and thorough investigation into the matter, and a subsequent full exoneration.
I was sunning myself on the Southcoast today, enjoying semi-retirement from the BJBSJ empire, when my phone started blowing up.
“Scott Kacsmar’s taking you down!”
“Kacsmar’s going after you guys! He’s got tweets.”
“Kacsmar’s got receipts on you guys”
In a word my friends?
Ironhead wishing death on Roger Clemens like he’s Bin Laden is like the sun coming up over Narragansett Sound.
Does @sofascout1 put human hair in mason jars, and hide it in the basement? Probably.
Will Scartsy always slide by with a wink and a nod?
It doesn’t matter. BJBSJ trucks in the mud with some of the most feckless human beings in the world: professional sports media. They count on you not being ready to get down on their level and crawl on your belly. Well, we will.
Although we’ll never wish death on a listener’s child, like 98.5’s Big Jim Murray did, we will happily keep Scott Kacsmar unemployed and heavy in his mother’s racist basement for as long as it takes.
Screenshot that one, Sugar Tits!
Sizes Small to 6XL(For the baseball writer in your life).
BJBSJ wants to know.
The Media Sadness tournament rolls on. Get ready to vote for the biggest Mediot.