Im sure McCrory will be in on it with me too.

PS. I do hate Bucky Dent, but do in a way appreciate your vast knowledge of a someone as random as Bucky F*#king Dent.

It isn’t nice to call people with true mental afflictions names or make fun of them, but I expect this from a Sox’s fan (sorry cheap blow). And, I do looooove Bucky Dent and this love doesn’t make my mental illness any better or worse! Trust me, just ask my doctor. Dr. Feel Good did prescribe some Alprazolam to calm my nerves.

Anywho, enough about me and more about my beloved:

Bucky was born on 11/25/1951 in Savannah, Georgia at Savannah Baptist Hospital at approximately 9:15 pm. Bucky’s full name is Russell Earl “Bucky” O’Dey named after his great-grandfather Russell Earl. Bucky’s mother didn’t realize how truly talented her son was until he stood out on his high school varsity baseball team. She then traveled the country with Bucky until her untimely death in 1968. Bucky’s mother didn’t get to see her son chosen as the sixth pick in the 1970 draft. Bucky dedicated that day to his mother and he further went on to describe her as “his best friend and mentor”.

At the age of 21, Bucky was fulfilling his dream and playing shortstop for the White Sox. As fate would have it, in 1977 the White Sox decided it was time to trade our superstar (in case you were wondering for whom - it was slugger Oscar Gamble, LaMarr Hoyt, some smuck minor leaguer and $200,000 in large bills.

As we both know, our beloved starting shortstop went on to win two World Series rings. Not only did Bucky help the Yanks win the World Series - he was MVP as well; which still brings a tear to my eye.

I know every Sox fan remembers when Bucky hit the infamous home run in a tie-breaker game against the Boston in 78.

In case you were still wondering and awake - yes, my favorite number is 20 (Yank’s jersey number). However, my second favorite number is 30 (Bucky’s first number in the big league with the White Sox). I named my first-born son, Mark, with middle name “Bucky” Smith (real last name withheld - I know how dedicated and twisted your Sox fans are) and my 2nd born was a girl, but I managed to name her after Bucky’s mother, Marilyn, without my wife even knowing.

Like I said before, Bucky wasn’t the greatest hitter (40 HRs in 12 years - even I have to admit that isn’t even remotely stellar) or even fielder for that matter, but that sweet three run homer over the Green Monster still tastes sweet even today. I can still remember the sweet sound of the WPIX’s announcers (their names elude me) after Bucky connected with the poorly pitched breaking ball. Whack! To be fair, I will give one thing to you Sox fans though - the wind was blowing hard as Bucky hit the pitch thrown by traitor, Mike Torrez (who was on the Yankees the previous season). Torrez’s soul can go to heaven due to paying God back for his terrible sin of going to our sworn, arch rival. Imagine how Bucky felt just for a moment. Hell, even mother nature loves Bucky Dent and the Yankees! She kicked up the wind that evening for our hero and the rest, as they say, is history!

310 feet stood between Bucky and greatness! I remember that evening like it was yesterday. That was the best day of my life. Better than my wedding day or even the day my children were born. I remember, “Deep to left! Yastrzemski will not get it! It’s a HOME RUN!!!”

It’s not your fault or any Sox fan alive… It’s a combo of Bucky Dent, Mother Nature, and of course, my favorite, The Bambino Curse. Hence the name Bucky (bleeping) Dent!

One of my sadest days was in 1982 when the Yankees traded our hero to the Texas Rangers. Bucky’s number was lucky 7, of course. Sadly, Bucky’s return to the Yanks in 84 was brief and sad due to the fact that he didn’t play a single game. Redeeming himself, in 92 Steinbrenner asked Bucky to help train Derek Jeter and we all know what a great player Jeter is…

Good old Bucky still dibble and dabbles in baseball. I attended two seminars a few years back and man it was worth every penny. I actually have my entire basement dedicated in Bucky’s honor. I have 8 autographed baseball signed by none other than my hero. I have many jerseys and other misc items hanging around the house -you should come over one day and check it out.

Well, I hope this wasn’t too long, but I wanted to share some thoughts about a true American superstar, Bucky Fing Dent!

We all know that Bucky Dent is the greatest shortstop ever to grace the game of baseball! Okay, he wasn’t the best hitter or even fielder, but his boyish good looks made him a great addition to our beloved Yanks in 77. I remember that cool night back in 78 when the Yanks were in Boston - our hero smashed a three-run homer over the 37 foot fence and not even the Yaz could stop it. If I remember correctly, Bucky’s homer was off Mike Torrez and the Yanks won the game 5 to 4. And less you forget, Bucky was named MVP as the Yankees won their second straight championship with our hero at shortstop.

Feel free to visit Bucky’s baseball school at http://www.buckydentbaseballschool.com.

God Bless Bucky Fing Dent

Jobu? Joba? Any connection between the Carribean God Idol and The Yankees fatass reliever?

Jobu demands loyalty from his followers as Joba demands rediculous things as a rookie.

“I hit straight ball very far, curveball.. bats are afraid.”