Ah, fuck it. We'll get 'em tomorrow.
While I and probably you settle down, why don't we all enjoy a Mets Classic?
 
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Nope, that's not gonna do it. Pretending it was no big deal ain't gonna do it. Trying to drown it out with a happier memory ain't gonna do it.
FUCK!
FUCK! FUCK! FUCK!
WHAT THE FUCK WAS THAT SUPPOSED TO BE? WHAT THE FUCK? SERIOUSLY?
WHAT KIND OF FUCKING CLOSING IS THAT? GET BILLY WAGNER THE FUCK AWAY FROM NINTH INNINGS UNTIL FURTHER FUCKING NOTICE!
ESPECIALLY ONES WHERE WE HAVE FOUR-FUCKING-RUN LEADS THAT HE HAS NO BUSINESS INTRUDING ON.
I THOUGHT WE GOT RID OF BRADEN FUCKING LOOPER. IT IS SO FUCKING OBVIOUS WE HAVEN'T THAT I CAN'T STAND TO LOOK AT HIM.
OR RANDOLPH, WHO DID SOME OF THE MOST PISS-POOR MANAGING I'VE EVER SEEN.
HOW? HOW THE FUCK DO YOU LEAVE THE ON AGAIN, OFF AGAIN BILLY OVERRATED FUCK YOU AND YOUR SONG AND YOUR BULLSHIT SNIPING AT THE PHILLIES WAGNER IN TO FACE BERNIE FUCKING WILLIAMS AFTER HE'S WALKED THE FUCKING BALLPARK ON FOUR PITCHES?
Nice. Nice doing in of Pedro Martinez. Never mind that he oughta be 9-0. Mind that we're 1-3 when's thrown his last four winning efforts. And it would be nice to bring home some extra runs, considering who we were playing. A couple of homers were swell, but how about bringing home the guys who were on in the eighth? Or leaving Sanchez in to start the ninth?
The only good news came from the West Coast.
1) Barry Bonds hitting No. 714. Fuck you Ruth. Bonds can inhale petroleum if it will help pound that fucker down the home run list and take that piece of shit stadium he built with him.
2) The Angels have put Edgardo Alfonzo on waivers for the purpose of giving him his unconditional release. Let's grab him. I don't care that he's batting .100. I don't care that there's no obvious place for him on our club. I don't even care that I've never completely gotten over STEVE FUCKING FUCKHEAD FUCKHIMUPTHEASSSOHARDHESCREAMSIHATEHIMWITHAFIRERYPASSION PHILLIPS letting him walk even if Fonzie hasn't exactly lit it up in the last 3-1/4 years.
That's not why I want Fonzie on the Mets again. I want him here so Billy Wagner has to take the shirt off his back in a public ceremony and have Charlie Samuels delicately remove the numerals “1” and “3” from it and, in front of 56,000-plus, have them sewn on an XL uniform for Fonzie. Then Billy Wagner's shirt should be burned and Billy Wagner's sorry, sorry, SORRY ass should be sent down to Norfolk for two weeks where he can get his shit together because quite frankly we need him and he's too good for this and despite my ire I want him to succeed. When he comes back, he can wear Looper's number or Benitez's number or pitch without a number and just have BFS as in BLOWN FUCKING SAVE on his uniform, if he's allowed to wear a uniform at all because those should be reserved for Major League Baseball players, not whatever it is he's masquerading as every other goddamn time he takes the mound.
Nobody ever said anything about not commenting angry.
Word.
Amen.
And oh, yeah.
Fuck.
A game like today's is best left forgotten by every one except Wagner and Randolph and Peterson (who allegedly makes all pitching decisions).
Bosox 0 Phils 0
On INHD network if you get it.
Tuned into NESNcast of Phils-Sox via Extra Innings. One of the announcers referred to Ryan Howard as Ryan Thompson and the other one asked who was Ryan Thompson. The first one said he was a pitcher. Later he conceded he was thinking of Justin Thompson.
None of this helps either. Fucking Wagner.
God, that was fucking depressing. I'm still wondering why the fuck Willie brought in Wagner for the 9th, considering how few pitches Sanchez had needed to put away the 8th inning. I'm also wondering how I managed to avoid throwing up all over my seat at Shea during that 9th inning. The sickest thing is that even with Wagner stinking up the place, we would be talking about a 4-3 win right now if Damon had been called out on that how-the-fuck-was-that-not-a-DP ball.
INHD is carrying the Philly feed. They are lulling me to sleep.
Thanks to BoSox. Up 6-1.
Ball hit slow. Damon run fast.
Not to defend fuckin' country time Billy “spit the bit” Wagner in any way shape or form (as Greg knows my name and address and might, in his current state of mind, drive over to my house and beat me up) Randolph and the Guru take a great big hit as well. The under-used rubber-armed Duaner Sanchez was cruising. No need to bring in Wagner in a day game following a night game when he's known to struggle under such circumstances.
And hey, only three years and four months left on Wagner's contract. Gotta stay positive.
Fonzie can't possibly close, can he?
I was at a protest in Washington listening to the game on my portable radio (the reception was terrible) and I swear I was having a nervous break down. I was with all these non-baseball people who thought I was over-reacting…it was horrible. I don't think I've ever seen such a fucking attrocious ninth inning, not even from Blooper or Benitez or Franco at their worst.
The only thought that gets through the steam shooting out of my ears, the tears streaming out of my eyes and the curses spilling from my lips is this: The wrong guy got the loss. Julio wasn't great, but he did exactly what we expected him to do. It's Wagner and Randolph who deserve to be tarred and feathered. My god, even the goddamn FOX announcers could see that bringing in Wagner and having other guys warming up made no sense whatsoever. SANCHEZ WAS DOING GREAT! WHY BRING IN WAGNER? EVEN IF HE HADN'T IMPLODED IT MEANS WE CAN'T USE HIM TOMORROW! GRADY FUCKING LITTLE WOULDN'T HAVE LEFT WAGNER IN AFTER HE WALKED KELLY STINETT ON 4 PITCHES WITH THE BASES LOADED!!!!!!! NOW HE'LL BE A WRECK FOR WEEKS! UGH….double loss charged to closer and manager.
Pedro, by the way, is a god.
Yeah, Damon was safe, got there a half-step ahead of the throw. Just hit a little too slowly.
Damn it all.
I hope you were protesting the dimwitted, reflexive insertion of closers in situations where their presence is uncalled for and their continued use is detrimental.