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Starting in , a group of kids infiltrated Fenway Park with one of the most popular bootleg t-shirts in sports history — a shirt that became the emblem of the moment the Red Sox and Yankees rivalry was turned on its head. Yankees Suck! Duration: 49mins. A heads up, this episode features a lot of strong opinions and even more profanity starting right now. We hate the Yankee fans.
There are certain two word phrases that seem destined for each other. Where their coupling achieves a sort of simple, evocative poetry. Summer's breeze; good dog; sand castle; cold beer, and perhaps most effectively, in New England vernacular anyway: Yankees suck. The proclamation is well trod by now, but there was a time around the turn of the millennium when it was just reaching its zenith. It had become a sort of mantra for the people of New England—at Fenway Park, of course—but also anywhere else people gathered: weddings, birthday parties, games where neither the Red Sox or the Yankees were even involved.