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Whoa. When I had to stop listening to the game at work today, the Sox were up 4-1.

WHAT THE FUCK HAPPENED? DOES IT RHYME WITH "EMBREE" AND "FOULKE?" I BET IT DOES.

13-6 was a LOVELY thing to come home to, THANKS SO MUCH GUYS.

I guess I better go check out the play-by-play. Jesus.

Edit: Okay, it looks like it rhymes with "EVERYONE SUCKS EXCEPT ARROYO." I'd correct myself further, but the list of names is depressingly long. However, it does not include Foulke, so I'm sorry, Foulkie.

And speaking of poor management decisions - yeah, Francona's on that list - I love how Phil Garner did not pull Wandy Rodriguez from the Astros game until after he'd given up eight runs in the third inning. Was he taking a nap? Has he just given up? Is someone else managing? So far, the Astros game is at 9-4 in the sixth. In theory, they've got plenty of time, but I'm not holding my breath.

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A little story I posted to customers_suck.



Yesterday someone posted asking for revenge stories. I got your revenge right here.

( Not so fast, Spit Boy. )

And I don't even win the sucky customer award of the day. That goes to our overnight guy, who had a guy put his fist through the window. Lovely.

Although I think I did win for the week that time I had a guy hand me a twenty splotched with his nice fresh blood. Wonderful people we attract, really. All I need is a story involving urine and I'll have experienced the Bodily Fluids Trifecta. I'm so excited.

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O's fans on my friends list may want to scroll on past this one. I'm warning you, I'm pissed enough to make the cheap Viagra jokes and everything.

So what's worse than going from up 4-1 to losing 13-6, you ask? THAT'S AN EASY ONE. It's going from being up 7-3 to LOSING 14-7 THANKS FOR ASKING.

FUCK YOU, Rafael Palmeiro. FUCK YOU FUCK YOU FUCK YOU. I hope that you find a hot groupie tonight, and when you get her back to your hotel room, you discover at the crucial moment that you forgot to refill your Viagra prescription.

That goes double for you, Melvin Mora, except possibly for the Viagra part.

Saw that last one coming, though. As soon as David Newhan took the plate with the bases loaded, I had horrible horrible flashbacks and fled outside to have a cigarette. I came back to find that the score had gone from 9-7 to 14-7 and was sad to be right. It was Mora who got the grand slam, not Newhan, but same fucking difference. And in case you're doing the math, that one last run was a homner from Miguel Tejada. Not that it matters.

I should have known better with Wilfredo Ledezma starting, though. OH WAIT. I did know better. I knew better ALL FUCKING DAY. "Ledezma is starting today," I told myself several times, "so don't expect too much." But then, silly me, I let myself get lulled into thinking that he could handle a four run fucking lead. More fool I. Like Alice, I give myself very good advice, but I very seldom follow it.

AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAWTF.

The Astros lost too, of course. However, the offense did not give up after Wandy's painful eight-run third inning (wow, the pitching for my teams really sucked the bag today), so rather than get railroaded LIKE SOME OF MY TEAMS, they lost with a perfectly reasonable 11-9 final score. That's it, Astros! Hit the ball! You've got it! Now just remember to do it some more! And if you manage to remember tomorrow, with Clemens starting, then I'll be extra impressed. You've done better with the run support over the past few days, and it would only be polite to share it with all five of your starters.

And to cap it all off, the Yankees won 4-3 in extra innings.

Bah. Not a swell day, baseball-wise. On the other hand, the last time all three of my teams lost, each of them did it in their very own special yet equally humiliating fashion. This time, only two of them really humiliated themselves, and they did it in pretty much the same way. So there is that.

In not-today news, it has been brought to my attention that Bondo's next start is during the Interleague series with the Dodgers. Against Derek Lowe. That's going to be a little weird.

Edit: Oh, yeah, and while I was in the process of alienating O's fans, I forgot to mention that I heard the phrase "off Tony Giarratano's glove" WAY too many times tonight. Watch it, kid. Don't make them call Peña back up. And if they do it after I've figured out how to spell your name without a reference, I'll be annoyed. I'm still irritated that all my effort on learning "Mientkiewicz" was wasted.