06 June 2005

Unbelieveable, and not in the good way

Not even a little bit. Fucking sickos. Here's why:

Apparently, pieces of the wreckage of the plane that humanitarian and Pirates Hall-of-Famer Roberto Clemente died in are being auctioned off by an auction house called Lelands. Clemente died on Dec. 31, 1972, when the DC-7 he was on during a relief mission crashed after takeoff from San Juan, Puerto Rico. The plane was headed to Nicaragua with supplies for earthquake victims.

What's next, auctioning off the Big Bopper's plane wreckage? Earnhardt Sr.'s car? I'm thoroughly disgusted. So was Teke (former Pirates reliever Kent Tekulve, for you non-Bucco fans) and just about everybody on FSN's Pittsburgh Sports Tonight. Stan Savran spoke about those times when your faith in the decency of humanity is crushed, and I agree with him that this is no doubt one of those.

Reportedly, the Clemente family is contemplating a lawsuit, and I can't say I blame them. I'd rather see the cretins behind this auction (and the sickos who are actually bidding on it) drawn and quartered, or better yet, disemboweled. With a rusty lawnmower blade.