Kiss My Ass, Yankees Fans
These are not the words of a bitter Red Sox fan. You won, we lost, we know, we'll get over it. These are the words of a sports fan who knows hypocrisy when he sees it. Your classy team is selling this classy t-shirt on their own website:
Classy? I don't think so. This is filth. This is downright repulsive; your team's management is sanctioning an anti-Red Sox shirt with a gravestone on it when one of our players has cancer. Really classy.
Go to the any other major league team's shop. No, really, I insist. I dare you to find any piece of clothing that trash-talks another team, let alone uses their logo. You can't find it, because it doesn't exist.
I don't mind when Joe Schmo is out at a cart under the 4 train selling a "Fuck Boston" t-shirt, but it's another thing when it's endorsed by the team.
Don't let me ever hear you call your team classy again. Ever. Unless the Yankees apologize for putting this atrocity on their website, burn the t-shirts they have in stock, and put all the proceeds they've collected towards cancer research, you have no right to ever claim the high road again.