I'm hitting the panic button with a sledge hammer

I. Hate. The. Fucking. Yankees.

Well, while I'm building a nuke to deliver to the House that Ruth Built, laugh along with the Soxaholix!

Bill: That reminds me. I'm standing in line for a fucking hot dog and there's this older guy in front of me decked out in Spankee gear and he's a talkative old prick, all making small talk and shit …

Doug: Oh, no, here we go … [Laughs]

Bill: Yeah, this is the fucking guy Sartre had in mind when he said "Hell is other people" … this guy's all, "You'd think they had to grow the hotdogs, ha ha ha"

Doug: A regular fucking Jerry Seinfeld, eh? [Laughs]

Bill: Fuck you know how I hate small talk and shit, let alone flapping the gums with a mofo Yankees fan … Anyway, the guy's like "I've been a Yankees fan ever since my dad first took me here to see Mickey Mantle" or some shit and he's all "What about you?"

Doug: Assuming you're one of them.

Bill: Fuck yeah, like we're all buddies and shit … So I reply, a bit too loudly, "I've been a Yankees fan ever since Daddy first fucked me." The man seemed angry. He turned away. [Laughs]

Doug: [Laughs raucously] Shut him right the fuck up, eh?