Howie Carr rains on Celtics parade

http://www.bostonherald.com/news/opinion/columnists/view/2008_06_20_Front-runner-itis_and_Knucklehead_Nation/srvc=home&position=3

He makes a few good points, but I'm getting a little sick of this champion of the working man act. If you're going to have a parade, have it on a weekend, not when people have to go to work, he says. Cry me a river.
Champion of the mouth-breathing moron is more like it.

 

I'm still not entirely sure what his point was, other than the fact that he hates Boston's sports fans.

I want my three minutes back.

 

Can you really blame anyone who hates Boston sports fans?

 

Jealousy will go you nowhere.

 

Trying to take a unique spin on the Celtics' win I see. What a shock...it's coming from the Herald.

Howie Carr...croak already.

 

One of the reader comments said that he was writing for everyone who worked and stayed sober on Thursday.
I worked and stayed sober on Thursday and he didn't speak for me.
I am so sick of his I'm-standing-up-for-the-working-man act and the working men who buy it.

 

Ladies and gentlemen, Merle Haggard:

It's a big job just gettin' by with nine kids and a wife
I been a workin' man dang near all my life
I'll be working long as my two hands are fit to use
I'll drink my beer in a tavern,
Sing a little bit of these working man blues

I keep my nose on the grindstone, I work hard every day
Might get a little tired on the weekend, after I draw my pay
But I'll go back workin, come Monday morning I'm right back with the crew
I'll drink a little beer that evening,
Sing a little bit of these working man blues

Hey hey, the working man, the working man like me
I ain't never been on welfare, that's one place I won't be
Cause I'll be working long as my two hands are fit to use
I drink a little beer in a tavern
Sing a little bit of these working man blues

Sometimes I think about leaving, do a little bummin around
I wanna throw my bills out the window catch a train to another town
But I go back working I gotta buy my kids a brand new pair of shoes
Yeah drink a little beer in a tavern,
Cry a little bit of these working man blues

Hey hey, the working man, the working man like me
I ain't never been on welfare, that's one place I won't be
Cause I'll be working long as my two hands are fit to use
I drink a little beer in a tavern
Sing a little bit of these working man blues
Yeah drink a little beer in a tavern,
Cry a little bit of these working man blues

 

Howie Carr is a stupid, whiny c***s***er who can eat a turd sandwich.

 

Corksacker?

 

Any time the city of Boston has a collective celebration where hundreds of thousands of people have a good time, Howie dumps on it. He's been doing it for 30 years. It's tired schtick, which is what happens when you're a talk radio host appealing to the ought-to-be institutionalized.

 

Chances are Howie doesn't go off like this if either Brian Scalabrine or Scott Pollard got a moment of court time in the Finals.

 

Ding Ding Ding! (sorry Ben--I guess I stole your exclamation).