Entries Tagged as ‘baseball’

June 18, 2008

• At Least The Mets Still Suck

Celtics won the NBA Championship in the same decade as the Sox winning the Series and the Pats winning the Super Bowl. The Aughts are the most horrendous sports decade ever, except for Eli Manning beating Tom Brady a few months ago. Always gotta remember that one.
At the same time though, perennial bitch factory Shea [...]

January 13, 2008

Rising from the blogging ashes.

So you might have wondered if I’ve been “surviving” the ordeal previously mentioned. Not only have I been surviving, I’ve been surviving with flying colors. If you had guessed any of the following happened, you’re right:
Savoring Elote’s brunch specials as frequently as humanly possible. Also: debating as to when breakfast ends and when brunch begins.
Learning [...]

December 19, 2007

Curt Schilling: Still Needs To Shut Up.

Now this photo is more … seasonal.
Old Man Schilling needs to have his laptop taken away from him. His ankle must have had a bloodgasm when he heard about Clemens’ prominence in the Mitchell Report.
He’s saying that if Clemens can’t prove his innocence, that El Rocket should give his Cy Youngs back.  If he believes [...]

December 14, 2007

Steroids can be Funny, if taken as such:

Deadspin has an around-the-blogosphere round up of Mitchell report reporting. My favorite, comes from Bugs and Cranks.
• Fun With The Mitchell Report. A search for Barry Bonds in the pages of the Mitchell report has 91 results. Sammy Sosa has 1. BALCO appears 56 times. Bud Selig and Cocksucker has zero results. Circumstantial does not [...]

October 24, 2007

If Cleveland Rocks, then Fenway Sucks!

A Rockie, probably Jeff Francis (but might be LF Matt Holliday, I can’t tell; all white people look alike to me) ponders this stupid fucking wall.
I can’t remember if it was 8:31 or 9:31 when this was posted, as my blog was originally set to a different time zone for some reason. This all [...]

July 2, 2007

Henry Casey VS Baseball.

As I said goodbye to my Dad today, he asked, “So, ‘Go Clemens tonight, huh?’”
I looked back at him with a look of weariness on my face, and I said the following:
“You know what? Fuck baseball. Seriously. Fuck baseball.”
I could have gone on to say Fuck the following:
Bed Selig, The New York Tabloids, The Yankees [...]