wtf, man. wtf.

Jul 31, 2005 23:14

So this is where I type my little entries to show to all my little friends. I think this'll be public until some dickwipe gets ahold of this and threatens to sell the photos to the press. Not that there are any photos. Of anything. Um.

...forget you read that.

Anyway, today's game was pretty fuckin' great, I LOVE batting in the 8th position. I mean, not that it would kill Ned to uh, bump me up a few notches, but I guess I'm doing just great where I am. I mean, I can't seem to hit anything that comes into the strike zone unless it's the size of a cadillac, but I DO get on base and I DO score some fuckin' runs every now and then. So fuck that shit.

Back to the game, Cappy had Los Gigantes on leashes (they look like they should be all on leashes), he went through 8 innings of having to look at those punks. He even had a no-no going until Marquis Grissom decided to be a complete assnut and singled in the sixth. That bitch can't even read. I caught him sneaking peeks at his learn-to-count numbers book. wtf.

Our whole rotation is looking pretty damn sweet, I must say.

Well, I'd love to fill you all in on my wonderful, glamorous life, but I'm sad to say this is all the time I have left for today. Adieu, bitches!
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