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Friday, July 01, 2005
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Today's Post-Gazette
I had a dream this morning. Rob Mackowiak of all people had charged the mound, or spit on an umpire, or slapped a fan, or committed some other fineable/suspensionable offense. It was an incident that involved a couple other Pirate players but I don't remember who. Everyone's waiting for the hammer to come down when Selig holds a press conference:"Due to their involvement in an incident occurring on July XX, 2005. Rob Mackowiak, Jimmy Blah, and Skippy McGoo will be executed by Major League Baseball." My goodness the outcry was amazing. I had to be late for work so I could sleep in and see what happened. Of course we had to wait until we played in New York so the players could appeal and they made their case and it went on and on and on. I woke up before anything bad happened, but If Mack gets traded shortly, I'm considering myself clairvoyant.
At work I started reading about Perez's injury, after seeing this picture I was so filled with anger that I uncontrollably tried to poke his eyes out without realizing I was looking at a computer screen. I stubbed my right index finger pretty bad, which is going to hinder my blogging ability for three to six weeks. But you know, we all get angry. This is not the first time this has happened. I broke the volume on my TV because I threw the baseball I was holding at it after Perez's start in New York. I switched to a tennis ball, but after Perez's start against the Nationals in PNC, it bounced and hit me in the junk. At least I threw a strike right, haha? Let me say playfully that maybe I could just type through the pain. Or maybe I could DROP THE EGO SHTICK AND WORRY ABOUT PITCHING BETTER!
In a supposed misprint that has since been corrected, This release used the term "40-man rooster." I'm no color analyst, but is it really that much of a stretch to say that this team is comprised completely of chickens.
posted by Rory at 12:07 PM |
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