How’s that ‘stage’ treating you, Gonz?
14-5. I think it’s safe to say Sox offense is pulling punches.
Punches, karate chops and definite spin kick action.
Miller… you were… okay.
But Miller. Dear. This is the Padres. If the Yankees had seen you in inning 6…
Well… I don’t think we are ready to see that happen yet…
I ran out of Keystone Light today. It was tragic.
Thanks for that too, Miller.
But it’s really hard to negative Nancy it up with a score like that. You know, with a 7th inning like that.
With oodles of National League play to go, it’s nice to see a score like that.
Tito and co are busily debating where to switch people so Papi can pummel the ball. Where to put Gonz? Where to put Youk?
I’m busily eating ice cream and watching the last few minutes of this game. Is it just me, or is this 9th inning taking for fricking ever?
I’m glad I don’t have to make decisions.
You know. About important things. Like baseball.
I wish I wasn’t out of beer. If I were a hockey player, that would never happen. I could run up a fun-tastic bar tab. Like this one. <-Check that out. It’s hilarious. I bet the Corona Light was Tim Thomas. Because I would get the Corona Light. And Tim Thomas and I have a connection.
Hmm. I guess I’ll have to go running tomorrow. Phooey.
Well, better make it worth it and eat the rest of this ice cream.
Oh no. Jenks could be back. This article almost RUINED ice cream for me.
Jeter too. Bah.
And A-Roid, apparently jealous of the attention the DL club is getting, issued statements today saying he’s not hurt. “Whew,” the world says.
“Wait a minute,” the world says, “you were injured? we thought you were just tired from tabloid chasing.”
Oh, A-Roid. Remember when you were relevant?
Speaking of attention wh- um… hounds… presenting chapter 8 billion of the Johnny Damon saga! Everyone’s favorite personified dish towel!
As the world tooooooottttaaalllllyyyyy knows… because the world pays sooooooooo much attention to the Idiot (by the way, Johnny, this is sarcasm, fyi. It’s that thing people are using when they talk to you. All the time), he just got double number 500. So he joins this club of 11 players to have 500 doubles, 100 triples, 200 home runs and 2,500 hits. Do you care? I don’t care.
Yeah. I’m still not caring. Sorry, Johnny. I am trying. Ohsoohso hard.
Okay… wait… yep… just cared enough for an eyeroll.
Seriously, Johnny. Remember that time he made a big deal out of saying he wouldn’t wear a Red Sox uniform because we’re all a bunch of whiny little ingrates?
Hey, remember that time he said he would never play for the Yankees and then he played for the… yeah…
WHY ARE WE STILL TALKING ABOUT THIS JACKASS?????
And Johnny, you’re just not good enough for HOF. That’s it.
It’s not about your attitude, which trust me, is pathetic enough to warrant Hall-of-Fame-style attention. It’s about the numbers. You. Don’t. Have. Them. You need like two more seasons and you can barely last two more months.
Don’t you have an accountant to do the math for you? Who counts all your monies?
You probably just toss it all in a bathtub and roll around in it.
You are my least favorite baseball player. Of all time. Again. You had dropped to number two there for awhile. Gotta admire your stamina, creeping your squirrely little self right back up to the top.
If you ever drink poison and need to vomit quickly, check out this website. That’s right. Johnny Damon has his own place in cyberhell.
We won, by the way. It was swell.
OH MY GOD.
To keep you from having to go to his website, I am going to copy and paste the most ridiculous “about me” description I have ever seen. I put my favorite parts in bold.
“Johnny is that unique star athlete who has remained truly humble in the face of overwhelming popularity He also has that rare free spirit, enabling him to leverage his all-star performance over the past decade to become one of the most recognizable and popular players in MLB. A leader by example, Johnny is well-liked and highly-respected in the baseball community.“
I linked to the site, but trust me when I say DO NOT CLICK THE LINK. DO. NOT. CLICK. IT. You will vomit.