Archive for August, 2010

Oh, wait! Did I tell you Greg Dobbs is coming back, probably?! I knew there was good news buried under this crap-blanket.

What in the hell is going on? I can’t answer it. If I could, this page would be filled with carefully chosen explanations, based on precise analysis, not pissy little -early afternoon ranting

It’s our party, and we’ll not score any runs if we want to.

Myers, on the other hand, is like that punk-ass white trash neighborhood kid who’s been caught trying to sell your kids really sheisty weed. And then he breaks into your house one night and brains you with a shovel.

They are going to back away slowly and hope tomorrow goes their way. They are not going to grab a reporter’s microphone and spout off against the immature, unprofessional, mentally slow “umpiring” that went on in Philadelphia tonight. So I guess it’s up to me.

Apparently umpires are not as easy to seduce as I assumed.

Outside of the sea gull attack on Craig Stammen, the day game was marred by a 1 hour and 4 minute rain delay, and everyone knows baseball is always better when it smells terrible.

Kendrick managed to leave the game after almost the same amount as Strasburg, but he didn’t even have “strained tendon” as an excuse, just “sucking,” a condition not yet recognized by the medical community.

I realize now that in a lot of these descriptions of my life, I just sound like I sound like a homeless serial killer.

Some stories don’t have a happy ending, unlike Fast and the Furious: Tokyo Drift.