1. I will now be a sanctimonious steroid asshole.
1a. Oh, Jack Cust. I still love you.
2. The lady in front of me told me that I needed to cheer less. At first I thought she was kidding. Then I thought she was mad that I was cheering for the A’s. But she actually sat there the entire game and didn’t cheer *once*. She checked her email. When she told me to stop cheering, I think it was because she didn’t think anybody should talk at a baseball game.
3. Almost came to blows when the fat sweaty masshole sitting in front of me.
4. He called Landon Powell a fat fuck, and believe me when I say that the sweaty masshole in front of me is one of the few people in this world who should not be hurling that particular stone at Landon Powell (who is, indeed, fat).
5. Way to easy to root for a winner.
6. Goddammit it was hot today.
7. All in all, a great date for me the and missus.
If a fat sweaty masshole lady was sitting in front of you, acting like golf tournament silence is the rule but calling Landon Powell a fat fuck, I say yeah, you shoulda decked her.
"Kraut will get you through times of no money better than money will get you through times of no kraut."
1. The Artist Formerly Known as Oaktoon has decided that obviously Rickey did steroids too. My Rickey defense reflex kicked in, and I banged out a derisive rebuttal in like three minutes, my blood pressure rising dangerously with each sentence. Then I realized I don’t post on ** anymore.
1a. C’est la vie.
2. In Toronto, the woman sitting next to me kept telling her kid (maybe 8 years old) to stop cheering so loudly. He was decked out in Jays gear, and had one of those foam fingers, but he sat there for most of the game with a puzzled, sad expression on his face. I probably should have called Social Services.
3, 4. Problematic.
5. Yeah.
6. It’s been a billion degrees in Portland all week. All I feel like eating are carrots, yogurt, and ice cream, and I’ve been sweating for approximately 100 consecutive hours. I had what might charitably be termed a panic attack when I ran out of ice cubes last night. But hey, things are looking up: it’s only supposed to be 92 tomorrow.
I don’t understand the fan in (2). I actually had that at the Coli. Took the eldest Ace and got fairly nice seats. It was the game against the White Sox in ’07 where we came back in the bottom of the ninth and won it when Ma-El hit one off of Podsednik’s head.
A woman about 2 rows behind us admonished my then 10-11 year old son for standing during a rally in the bottom of the ninth. I would love to tell you that I then started a delightful discussion where I shared with her that I was trying to build the same passion that I have for the game into the next generation and that this fanatical behavior of standing up is part of that passion.
Instead I just stood on my seat and started screaming like an idiot…
Very nice, very nice. Oblique…it may be time to tip your cap to Rajai.
Gamecast screwed that one up.
Huzzah for the run producing juggernaughts that are Everidge, Crosby, and Rajai. Just like Billy drew it up in March.
That didn’t end well.
What are the odds Sal is
in a fist fight withthrowing punches at the knees of some sweaty red-faced blowhard wearing an Ortiz jersey right now?I just can’t see Sal in an Ortiz jersey.
That’s because he’s so small, and the jersey so large.
Remember when Weurtz had trade value?
1. I will now be a sanctimonious steroid asshole.
1a. Oh, Jack Cust. I still love you.
2. The lady in front of me told me that I needed to cheer less. At first I thought she was kidding. Then I thought she was mad that I was cheering for the A’s. But she actually sat there the entire game and didn’t cheer *once*. She checked her email. When she told me to stop cheering, I think it was because she didn’t think anybody should talk at a baseball game.
3. Almost came to blows when the fat sweaty masshole sitting in front of me.
4. He called Landon Powell a fat fuck, and believe me when I say that the sweaty masshole in front of me is one of the few people in this world who should not be hurling that particular stone at Landon Powell (who is, indeed, fat).
5. Way to easy to root for a winner.
6. Goddammit it was hot today.
7. All in all, a great date for me the and missus.
If a fat sweaty masshole lady was sitting in front of you, acting like golf tournament silence is the rule but calling Landon Powell a fat fuck, I say yeah, you shoulda decked her.
Guy behind me was awesome. He gave me crap the whole game, but in a fun way. He dished it, and he expected me to dish back. I liked him.
(golf tournament lady was different than fat sweaty masshole guy – I wrote too quickly and wasn’t clear)
1. The Artist Formerly Known as Oaktoon has decided that obviously Rickey did steroids too. My Rickey defense reflex kicked in, and I banged out a derisive rebuttal in like three minutes, my blood pressure rising dangerously with each sentence. Then I realized I don’t post on ** anymore.
1a. C’est la vie.
2. In Toronto, the woman sitting next to me kept telling her kid (maybe 8 years old) to stop cheering so loudly. He was decked out in Jays gear, and had one of those foam fingers, but he sat there for most of the game with a puzzled, sad expression on his face. I probably should have called Social Services.
3, 4. Problematic.
5. Yeah.
6. It’s been a billion degrees in Portland all week. All I feel like eating are carrots, yogurt, and ice cream, and I’ve been sweating for approximately 100 consecutive hours. I had what might charitably be termed a panic attack when I ran out of ice cubes last night. But hey, things are looking up: it’s only supposed to be 92 tomorrow.
7. Good to hear.
Give me your argument, shove me in the right direction. I still post there and would willingly die for Rickey. I’ll play you.
I don’t understand the fan in (2). I actually had that at the Coli. Took the eldest Ace and got fairly nice seats. It was the game against the White Sox in ’07 where we came back in the bottom of the ninth and won it when Ma-El hit one off of Podsednik’s head.
A woman about 2 rows behind us admonished my then 10-11 year old son for standing during a rally in the bottom of the ninth. I would love to tell you that I then started a delightful discussion where I shared with her that I was trying to build the same passion that I have for the game into the next generation and that this fanatical behavior of standing up is part of that passion.
Instead I just stood on my seat and started screaming like an idiot…
Re: Papi
This has to be a Boston FO mediated leak. The hit job on Papi so they can trade him as a “bad influence” has begun.
Hmm. How monkeyballian of you.
Why thank you.
Wait… that’s a complement now?
Back in my day…
… people would spell compliment correctly?
Touché
i think it’s more of a cohort.
I once almost beat up my cohort leader.
So there meay be a special level of Hell reserved for me, but, damn, that is some sweet schadenfreude!
Sweet, sweet schadenfreude.
works better as Faustus.
Hey! Happy belated birthday! or belated happy birthday or something
Two whoppers junior!
Three attorneys general!