Archive for April, 2010

Nothing would be more of a turnaround than a three-game homicide of the New York Mets.

Nothing helps stop a monotonous cascade to the festering underbelly like a good old fashioned contractual impasse with Jayson Werth.

So if you thought inconsistency was OUR problem, think about all those sexually frustrated lemurs out there.

Deep breaths, and hope Doc can go all nine. Until then, just try to tone out the mocking giggles of the kangaroo rats.

I still like Cole. I hope that we can one day be friends. I hope that we share that “friends bond,” where he pretends not to notice my lingering stare following his wife’s ass out the door.

The sweat dripping off Moyer’s knuckles had more major league experience than the guy with the bat.

Space parasites are like that, Sean.

It was unexpectedly brilliant, like finding your brother’s old Honor Roll-caliber report cards in the garage, after having just watched him back the Suburban into a marching band.

They have the pitching, the offense, and the motives. They will be waiting for us to screw up. Don’t. Screw. Up.

Charlie Manuel and Rich Dubee both said that Roy would get the ball should Happ not feel up to it. Here’s the kicker, though: He may also get the ball if Happ does feel up to it.