It must be my week for stalkers and kooks. I noticed someone rummaging around through the Red Sox Schtick stuff on my site logs. It had all the skidmarks of Red Sox Chick, the Eric Cartman of baseball blogging, so I figured I’d better hold my nose and check it out. Among the usual schlock, I found this pearl:
Meh, I’ve ‘unpublished’ the nasty post…so some folks will have read it and others, all you missed was me complaining about my cyberstalker from MLBlogs. He just isn’t worth the energy or space here. I did like the category I created in honor of him, though. “People who are f*ck nuts” Maybe I’ll get to use it some other time. I’ll take this moment to wish Mark Newman luck with that whack job. – note, Mark Newman is NOT the cyberstalker. He’s a good guy the cyberstalker tried to take down with me.)
I almost wish I hadn’t missed the original. I don’t waste my time rummaging around on that pig sty of a blog. You won’t find a single comment of mine there. She’s always on my site. So forgive me for asking, but isn’t the stalker supposed to be the one pursuing? If a woman lurked in the bushes at my house, could I be charged with stalking? “Oh, help me! Help me! The monstah just won’t leave me alone!”
Nice to see she is still kissing Mark (Alfred E.) Newman’s behind. Know how he luvs having bloggers faun on him. That’s why Some Ballyard, the only father/son blog on MLBlogs, maybe in all of baseball, never sees the light of day on Father’s Day, much less any other time. Curious why she felt compelled to point out Newman isn’t the cyberstalker, though. There’s got to be a story behind that. But then, as I’ve warned Cyn before, she is dangerously confused on the entire concept of stalking, a term which should be reserved for real victims.
Shouldn’t be surprising, that information train has completely derailed. She apparently spends an inordinate amount of time writing a “nasty post”, only to decide it isn’t worth the “time or space”–so she wastes the time she has spent, and spends the time deleting the post. She then spends more time and space on still another post (with plenty of nastiness included, of course) to note there once was a nasty post in its place.
And I’m the one who is “f*ck nuts“??? (My that wench has a foul mouth)
— Michael “Whack Job” Norton
Red Sox Hen has characterized a recent run in on my site as a little old lady getting mugged by a overwrought bully who needs anger management classes. I must confess I am rougher than I would wish to be. Seven years working with cons will harden a man. I would genuinely like to be nicer to people. Unfortunately I have little patience for the cunning, artifice and subterfuge I’ve too often found here on MLBlogs. Noni’s protestations are, at best, disingenuous, and a perfect example.
Noni (or Camille, or whatever her name is) has a history of playing innocent. In one of the conflicts of the Red Sox Schtick era, she showed up on the site defending Cyn after I posted what has been called a classic here on MLBlogs, The Boston Smiter. Even back then these people had a problem with hate. When I attempted to express my disgust with the incessant hate baiting on Red Sox Chick’s site, my comment was promptly deleted (and this from the person that abandoned MLBlogs complaining of censorship). Frustrated as well as disgusted, I posted the parody.
Noni also has a problem, again even back then, with not quite telling the whole truth. She portrayed herself as an innocent who had stumbled into the fray. In lines eerily similar to her latest line of malarkey:
I scurry thru the blogs every morning, trying to catch a few different ones every day.
The fact that I landed on yours yesterday was just by chance. And actually I am sorry I did.
Noni neglected to mention she was Red Sox Chick’s mother. Thinking an innocent bystander had gotten caught in the crossfire, I, of course, apologized:
I’m sincerely sorry you got caught in the middle of this. I have no problem with you being a Red Sox Chick fan at all. Thanks for dropping in, and, again, my humblest apologies.
It is obvious I had no idea who she was; nor did she bother to set the record straight. I didn’t realize until Red Sox Hen started a blog who the **** “Noni” even was. Even still, I tried to bury the hatchet and have tried to find common ground, like our mutual disdain for the Alyssa Milano fiasco on Jackie Robinson Day. Then she showed up on SBY and posted this:
I understand that Curt talks much too much about everything, but, Barry Bonds is a cheat and does not deserve to beat any record. When he admitted to using, his record should have been wiped and started over.
Do you also think he belongs in the Hall of Fame?
Ironically, Cyn’s comment that launched the whole Red Sox Schtick ruckus was this:
As they say, personality goes a long way. If Bonds wanted people to be nice to him, he should have thought of that before he started cheating and before he decided to hone the persona he has for his tenure in MLB.
Now I have no problem with people not liking Bonds. ****, I don’t like him, although after what I’ve been through at the hands of Bonds bashers I’m definitely developing some appreciation for the man and what he has to put up with. It is the blind, irrational hatred that I find so offensive, a malignance so powerful the hater is unable to control themselves. Noni knew where she was, and what would be the consequences. She had been there when I castigated her daughter for pulling the same rancorous nonsense. All she had to do was keep her mouth shut, click on the next link…
But she couldn’t. What does that tell you?
Forgive me if I’m not buying the innocent act. A second time. In regards to her daughter being innocent–that’s laughable. Red Sox Chick’s entire schtick consists of stirring up the cess pool to draw flies. And Mark Newman? If the head of MLBlogs had acted impartially and fairly in the promotion of bloggers, and not doled out favors to those who fawned on him…well, I have no problem with a man who acts professionally. But did you notice who was the featured blogger on Mother’s Day, all day long? Red Sox Hen. None of the other blogger’s Mother’s Day tributes were so honored. Ironically, Red Sox Hen didn’t even have a Mother’s Day tribute posted when I clicked on the feature link after posting my own Mother’s Day well wishes. Of course, she could have been planning to post one and they could have been colluding…but wait, that’s kind of my point, isn’t it? When I have attempted to discuss the issue rationally with Newman, he dismisses it as some kind of personal problem I have with what he calls “that family”. He cannot perceive the real issue because his judgment is impaired by his personal attachments. Professionals behave more circumspectly.
Around here we get…”that family”. Or am I just being dramatic?
— Michael Norton
Apparently the Omniscient Ones who know Barry Bonds was using steroids also know that I am in need of anger management classes.
Perhaps it’s just roid rage.
Well it seems Red Sox Chick has decided to call it quits here at MLBlogs. In fact, this post will push her last pathetic entry off the “Recently Updated Weblogs” list she has hogged so long–unless she falls back to her old stratagem of reposting, of course.
It is amazing RSC had any beef with MLBlogs. Her blog was promoted so heavily and so often it had achieved the moniker MFB (Most Favored Blogger) privately among several of us early MLBloggers (RSC was only two months older than Some Ballyard). The justification given was circular: she was given so much promotion because her blog was so "popular". Personally I didn’t care until some RSC cronies threatened to wield some of that power against Some Ballyard, which is the danger of such inside dealing.
Yet despite all the success MLBlogs had afforded her, she jumped ship, complaining.
I hope this is a lesson to the powers-that-be here at MLBlogs. We have an opportunity to thrive as a democratic community, where all blogs share in the spotlight. Hopefully a new, better day is dawning here at MLBlogs.
— Michael Norton
Well, well, some people will stop at nothing for attention. I’ve been watching Red Sox Chick’s exploitation of the tragic Jon Lester situation for some time with a sort of morbid curiosity, holding my tongue. Finally she stepped over the line with this latest nonsense. I posted the following in the comments, but, of course, was immediately deleted
What is disgusting here is the exploitation of a truly unfortunate situation, a man’s illness, for the aggrandizement of a blog, and a blogger. Hate to tell you this, Cyn, but people die of cancer everyday. They just aren’t all celebrities like Jon Lester. They survive–or pass away–in peace and dignity without groupies living out their psychotic fantasies off their crisis. And yes, this has reached the point of psychosis. Evidence? There is no rational relation between the T-shirt and Jon Lester. Baseball–and life–is bigger than one player or one team. The only connection is your fantasy, concocted to stir up activity on a blog for a team that is out of the limelight. The world does not revolve around you, the Boston Red Sox, or Jon Lester. Allow others to enjoy their season. We don’t need the histrionics.
The Troll Alert has been downgraded to a Troll Watch. Caution is still advised.
Our moderator has just made us aware there are trolls roaming our fair land. Trolls! Do not panic. And, especially, do not attempt to take action yourself. Trolls, after all, are dangerous creatures. You might get flamed! Sticks and stones may break your bones, but words will never … ah, well, I never put much faith in proverbs.
There are advocates of trapping, but that is ill advised. What would you do if you caught one? That seems to be the conundrum of the trapper. Since there is no trap that will hold a troll, and the secret is in the bait, trappers really should be called baiters. They post on controversial topics that they know will lure trolls (as well as a few legitimate commenters who end up scratching their head and wondering how they got into that! Sort of like dolphins and tuna…). Indeed, I’ve been watching one master baiter right here in our fair land. Would be entertaining except for the whining. If you do bait trolls, do not run crying to daddy when the troll hands you your behind. Throw up a red flag in front of a bull, and you are probably going to get gored. Besides, there’s no crying in baseball.
So much for the baiter. What is needed is a master debater. I myself had trouble with a few trolls on my site earlier this year. Not anymore (lol). And, of course, there is always the delete button. That’s what makes blogs different from message boards. Just press delete. You have that power. Of course the Troll will probably respond on his or her or its own site. But then…wait, what is the problem again?
Here Trolly, Trolly, Trolly.
To escape something of a conundrum I find myself in over at Metsville, I was considering posting a picture of Randy Johnson (preferably with yellow stripes), who probably had more to do with the Mets snapping out of their funk yesterday than any black cat. I was reminded of Johnson’s infamous bean ball of a bird a few years ago (video), which made Diamondhacks’ comments on yesterday’s post oddly precognizant. I don’t remember if Johnson took a curtain call or not. I’m quite certain the bird didn’t. – Michael Norton
Dear Miss Manners:
One of my fantasy players just took a curtain call-in his home ballpark, nonetheless! Should I bench him, trade him, or give him his outright release?
I hate the Yankees. I hate curtain calls. I hate the Boston Press. I hate ESPN. I hate Joe Morgan. I hate Barry Bonds. I hate Jason HGHiambi. I hate Roger Clemens. I hate Yankee fans. I hate anyone who is arrogant enough to disagree with me. I really hate the hate mail all my hate generates. I hate all those hateful readers who express their distaste of me and my hatred on MY site. God smite down all I hate with Thy woeful Wrath!
Have a Nice Day!