Saturday, April 10, 2010

Four-game rant


Okay, so it's only four games into the season, and Tito and Theo and Larry (oh my!) will impress upon us to not go smacking the panic button like some two-bit stripper giving her own ass a wailing on stage.

I'm not going to panic. I'm not going to panic.

Oh, fuck that! With a team supposedly built on pitching and defense---giving up a free out each time Big Poopy steps to the plate---if your bullpen can't hold a lead YOU'RE FUCKED!!

Did you see that? I just used two exclamation points. Do you have any idea how pissed I am right now? They dropped two of three to the Spank-Boys, and---the coup de gras---last night they lose to the goddamn Royals. There are Special Olympic softball teams that can out slug Kansas City. This is pathetic. Papelblown-save (there will no ass-monkey gigs in centerfield if you keep this up), Big Poopy (see above), Choke-a-jima, Josh (re)Bard, Marco Who-the-fuck-are-you-and-where-are-you-throwing-the-ball, all of them, pathetic.

Strap in,Sox fans. If these first four games are any taste of what we have coming in the next 158, we're going to start to thinking about the Patriots in June. Oh wait, the Pats suck, too.

Get thee to a liquor store. Now!

3 comments:

Robin S. said...

Ok. I have to know. Is there a place we who like your writing can come and visit if we know jack squattin' shot about baseball?

Is there another blog?

Nate Graziano said...

Robin,

I don't have another blog, but the way this season has started, I'm going to be moving on to other topics soon. I also have a fan page on Facebook you should check out. Lots of links.

Robin S. said...

Thanks, Nate.

P.S. Tell your Dad I like his horse poop pic!