everything i've heard on the 4-letter network is less-than-stimulating. i've got the game on mute. making music on these honduras rosewood bars, stringed across a frame at their nodal points, amplified by gold tube-like resonators. holding 4-birch sticks in my hands, with yarn mallet heads.
aw, poor little midget fucker. swings at strike 3 and the ball hits him in the right arm. that had to hurt. couldn't have happened to an uglier guy. wait...
When we had to reregister this winter I could not for the life of me remember what email I used the first time. So instead of going crazy different I just threw in my middle name. It's a Notre Dame thing.
of course, the goddamned fucking shit sox come back to tie it in the bottom of the 9th. jeez. i left at 4-0. it's meaningless, but still... of course this happened. what a bunch o' bollocks.
Apparently, Girardi declining to play extra innings last night when the Sox had sent a reliever to warm up for the 10th very much offended Bobby V's delicate sensibilities. "They had plenty of pitching . . . probably too long of a ride." Poor Bobby V.
yanks-sox is never fun for me. not even in ST, where the only i really pay attention to is injuries.
when i saw the first half of the shit sox' lineup at lohud earlier, i had that shitty feeling in my gut. i really, truly fucking hate them.
Oy, Chavez gets picked off.
I can't believe it, instead of the Sox/Yanks I'm getting a bunch of talking heads evaluating Andrew Luck's draft workout.
[2] better than him getting hoit! (though it's prolly just a matter of time...)
Thelarmis, southerners are supposed to watch college hoops. Game on!
No, wait, I do have the game, on NESN. Just in time to see Papi slide.
[5] ooh, there's not much on the planet that i care less about than college hoops...
[6] yeah, i saw fat florida evans slide, too. commercial break - back to the marimba! : )
el nino's ankle must be fine, because he flew down the line. damn. made it really close...
Less-than-stimulating interview with Jon Lester while the Yankees go down easy.
everything i've heard on the 4-letter network is less-than-stimulating. i've got the game on mute. making music on these honduras rosewood bars, stringed across a frame at their nodal points, amplified by gold tube-like resonators. holding 4-birch sticks in my hands, with yarn mallet heads.
aw, poor little midget fucker. swings at strike 3 and the ball hits him in the right arm. that had to hurt. couldn't have happened to an uglier guy. wait...
Nice catch snozzberry. What up gang?
gritner & grandy. that was really pretty!!!
Yum, triple. Didn't take Bret's speed to score on that one.
[12] 'sup, pal?!
Curtis!
andrUw!
[12] I notice you got a first name. Because of the switch to this Wordpress thing, I guess. (All I got was a couple of dots.)
I just realized that I have no idea who this pitcher is. Is he Youkalis's brother?
ah, boo. another pickoff...
Damn.
I'd take that as a backup SS.
yeah, that was some play by bernier. couldn't have robbed an uglier player...
i actually clapped when the "traded aj burnett" screen came on. continued clapping at the "andy pettitte returns" screen...
When we had to reregister this winter I could not for the life of me remember what email I used the first time. So instead of going crazy different I just threw in my middle name. It's a Notre Dame thing.
"Good read out there by Cody Ross."
Did I see that wrong? It looked to me like it bounced near or at the base of the wall -- Jerry Remy seems to think it hit around the top.
Nice, that was an "infield in" single. And two rbi.
hell yeah!
good ab for curtis.
our lineup looks loaded!
Hm, I keep feeling like Betances is going to be really good. Probably wishful thinking.
Our utility infielders are ripping Ross O's pitches. I did always like Ross.
[29] ross = ivy league. smart cat!
of course, the goddamned fucking shit sox come back to tie it in the bottom of the 9th. jeez. i left at 4-0. it's meaningless, but still... of course this happened. what a bunch o' bollocks.
Apparently, Girardi declining to play extra innings last night when the Sox had sent a reliever to warm up for the 10th very much offended Bobby V's delicate sensibilities. "They had plenty of pitching . . . probably too long of a ride." Poor Bobby V.