wherein i can see the future
Hi, how's it going. I believe I called this. aw. So nice to be right about something this year.
Not to say anything about the Red Sox fans enjoying the curse and if they win it'll be one insane night of joy and Boston will burn to the ground and then they'll wake up in November with the worst hangover ever and a sinking sense of dread that what made them special no longer applies (but that one night, man, that one night), not to denigrate or cast aspersions or reveal my secret fondness for National League baseball (it's real baseball motherfucker, if you're not working the double switch you're just a fucking punk) or anything, but yeah, Cardinals all the way, baby.
This team is old school like nobody's business. Suicide squeeze. Wild diving catches with his back to the play, fucking rock star Jim Edmonds why must you be so awesome! Reggie Sanders who I wanna go to Vegas with, because he's been in the World Series three times in the past four years, with three different teams and the boy is ridiculous good luck. ScottyRo, I'd marry you in a second if I wasn't already marrying half the Oakland A's lineup. Fuck it! Moving to Utah and bigamying with all of y'all. Mike Matheny, who's earned it. Albert Pujols, because he's twenty-fucking-four years old, are you aware of this, he's a goddamn kid and he plays fundamental baseball as well as anybody I've seen since Will Clark. Tony LaRussa, power of the earthquake, man.
Sad to see the Astros go. Both these teams play right, and they played to the wire, and they're reason enough to be a baseball fan. Pretty pretty series. I've never seen Jeff Kent smile that big, and he was my boy in San Francisco for three years straight.
Oh, it was a hell of a game, and World Series, kids, World Series. World Series.
Not to say anything about the Red Sox fans enjoying the curse and if they win it'll be one insane night of joy and Boston will burn to the ground and then they'll wake up in November with the worst hangover ever and a sinking sense of dread that what made them special no longer applies (but that one night, man, that one night), not to denigrate or cast aspersions or reveal my secret fondness for National League baseball (it's real baseball motherfucker, if you're not working the double switch you're just a fucking punk) or anything, but yeah, Cardinals all the way, baby.
This team is old school like nobody's business. Suicide squeeze. Wild diving catches with his back to the play, fucking rock star Jim Edmonds why must you be so awesome! Reggie Sanders who I wanna go to Vegas with, because he's been in the World Series three times in the past four years, with three different teams and the boy is ridiculous good luck. ScottyRo, I'd marry you in a second if I wasn't already marrying half the Oakland A's lineup. Fuck it! Moving to Utah and bigamying with all of y'all. Mike Matheny, who's earned it. Albert Pujols, because he's twenty-fucking-four years old, are you aware of this, he's a goddamn kid and he plays fundamental baseball as well as anybody I've seen since Will Clark. Tony LaRussa, power of the earthquake, man.
Sad to see the Astros go. Both these teams play right, and they played to the wire, and they're reason enough to be a baseball fan. Pretty pretty series. I've never seen Jeff Kent smile that big, and he was my boy in San Francisco for three years straight.
Oh, it was a hell of a game, and World Series, kids, World Series. World Series.