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I TOLD YOU SO, EVERYBODY!!
The Cardinals CAN be beat! SEE, yet again, Scott Hatteberg is proven to be right about everything.
Hyyyes...
Too bad for The Markus, but the Houston guys really deserve this, I think. Biggio, Bagwell and Ausmus most definitely, since they've been there for a thousand years. And Brandon Backe just because he's lovable ( Read more... ) -
Evil. Pure evil in its purest, evillest form.
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And I was in such a good mood after getting soaked at the Socks game. Hmph. -
kill kill kill kill kill
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music is moonlight in the gloomy night of life
Why the holy crap am I awake at 6 am? Who knows. But part of it is the Eve 6 dude's fault. Seriously, that's ridiculous. Give some of your talent to meee!
You're really gone, girlfriend
The dryer's on, Amen
And I'm alone for the first time
I walk away now, I walk away now
You left a sock, girlfriend
Where's the pair broken
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"depravity and disappointment!" cried the needles and pins
Then again, a clover's only a plant....
For what it's worth, tonight, nobody seemed ridiculously broken by losing the postseason, and that was good to see. It's disheartening, but there's a lot to be proud of, too. Elly's had a stellar comeback year - better than anybody could have expected, I think. Kendall's said so many times this is the best ( Read more... ) -
people who have no hopes are easy to control
We are doing better tonight guys. I have a four leaf clover says so.
May the Force be with you, Joe Blanton.
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AAAHH
So this living thing's been fun, excepting like the last three hours. I'd say more, but I have to go dry-hump the space time continuum and hope it lets me invent time travel so I can make myself less BASEBALL-RETARDED.
WE NEEDED ERCI BYRNES THATS WHAT WE NEEDED
Whatvere, I'm going to go have a nother beer and watch Brad Ptt bite people. Ciao!
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am i cake?
What the hell. 2 Ks?
Anybody wants to participate in the official hanging of Scott Hatteberg, meet me under the Bay Bridge at 9:30 sharp Sunday night.
BLARG. Game-ending strikeout. At least I wasn't bunting. If I had struck out bunting, I'd have to do something much more gruesome than hang myself. Something with elephants. Mhm.
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in the struggle, they went over the edge together
Hmmm, rain delay. What better time is there for random musings than this?
I'd almost forgotten I - *gasp* - like it when it rains at Fenway, though not being a Red Sock anymore makes it less appealing. The Green Monster's lost much of its appeal, and really my only reason for liking it now is the acoustics. It sounds incredible. I don't know if ( Read more... )