You Arrogant Fucks
Couldn’t bunt on the cripple in Game Six?
Couldn’t nickle and dime Game Five?
Couldn’t play small ball in Game Four?
Fuck you.
Billy Martin pisses beercans on you.
You had your foot on their throat
and you let them get up.
You earned tonight’s blasphemy.
You’re the biggest losers in Pinstripe history.
SHIT! MLB history.
{{SCREW! PISS ON YOU! SEE TWO LINES ABOVE!}}
I’m totally screwed next time I go to Cooperstown.
I get in fights there as a usual occasion; now I gotta take the hits.
And yes, I’ll say it: A-Rod is a girl when the lights are bright.
I wish Henry & Epstein weren’t so cheap, and I still had Sori.
I hope Mount St. Steinbrenner blows your collective asses to Kingdom Come in a way that makes St. Helens weep.
Cash? Run. He’s gonna kill you three times twice for not signing Papi when he wanted it and you talked him out of it.
(I don’t believe I’m saying this)
Go kick Clemens in the balls, Boston. Or the other clowns.
Just. Kill. Them.
Because next year we’re gonna have Beltran, and every other motherfucker available. Especially starting lefties.
Darth Boss George just ain’t gonna stand for this shit.
You all thought 194 was nuts? You just watch what next year’s fiscal ledger reads.
Enjoy your year.
UPDATE(10/21 8:33am EASTERN):
Someone just e-mailed, telling me I should pull down the Darth banner.
Fuck you, pal.
This ain’t over.
There are 6 comments Join the conversation