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A TALE OF MY TWO AL TEAMS.
Today, one of my AL teams had an absolute offensive explosion, with a four-run inning and a six-run inning, and fourteen runs altogether, with the opposing team held to just four runs. It was a thing of fucking beauty.
And today, my other AL team got an unearthly, gorgeous, brilliant start, a complete game with one run, three hits, and TWELVE K's. The final score? 1-0. That's right - a start so lovely as to defy our mere human adjectives was thrown away. Oh, and that one run? Yeah, a homerun from a player that everyone on the motherfucking PLANET knows is juicing. (More on that in a moment.)
Yeah? you're saying. So? You should be used to it. That's what the fucking Tigers've have done all season.
BUT WAIT THERE IS A BIZARRO WORLD PLOT TWIST.
The team of asplody goodness was the TIGERS, and the team of limp bats was the RED SOX.
MY BRAIN IT HURTS. THIS IS A WRONGNESS. THE CONFUSION, IT BUUUUUUURRRRRNS.
But, ha, Wake and Nate Robertson should hang out sometime, because Nate has also lost a 1-0 CG to the MFYs. They have so much in common now!
Oh, I am ill. I am so, so happy to see the Tigers get their shit together and have such a game, and I really hope that will prove to be the catalyst they need to go on an upswing. And I am so devastated to see Wake's sparkling performance, and career high in K's, go to waste.
And, look, I gave Jason Giambi the benefit of the doubt for the longest time, okay? Hey, I figured, maybe he really is coming back, this could be legitimate and the most amazing player comeback in the history of ever. But eventually I remembered that I do not in fact live in a world of candy canes and sunshine, and I do live in a world where that does not fucking happen. Sorry, but you don't hit liek wo on steroids, come off them and totally suck, and then magically regain your prowess. Jason Giambi is so obviously on something that it is sickening and an affront to EVERYONE when he comes up to the plate. And I mean everyone. I mean the opposing team, and his own team, and the opposing fans, and perhaps most of all, I mean the Yankees' fans. Way to go, asshole. I hope your fucking BA is worth sacrificing the remaining shreds of your integrity and spitting on anyone who has ever defended you, you walking piece of human waste.
Today, one of my AL teams had an absolute offensive explosion, with a four-run inning and a six-run inning, and fourteen runs altogether, with the opposing team held to just four runs. It was a thing of fucking beauty.
And today, my other AL team got an unearthly, gorgeous, brilliant start, a complete game with one run, three hits, and TWELVE K's. The final score? 1-0. That's right - a start so lovely as to defy our mere human adjectives was thrown away. Oh, and that one run? Yeah, a homerun from a player that everyone on the motherfucking PLANET knows is juicing. (More on that in a moment.)
Yeah? you're saying. So? You should be used to it. That's what the fucking Tigers've have done all season.
BUT WAIT THERE IS A BIZARRO WORLD PLOT TWIST.
The team of asplody goodness was the TIGERS, and the team of limp bats was the RED SOX.
MY BRAIN IT HURTS. THIS IS A WRONGNESS. THE CONFUSION, IT BUUUUUUURRRRRNS.
But, ha, Wake and Nate Robertson should hang out sometime, because Nate has also lost a 1-0 CG to the MFYs. They have so much in common now!
Oh, I am ill. I am so, so happy to see the Tigers get their shit together and have such a game, and I really hope that will prove to be the catalyst they need to go on an upswing. And I am so devastated to see Wake's sparkling performance, and career high in K's, go to waste.
And, look, I gave Jason Giambi the benefit of the doubt for the longest time, okay? Hey, I figured, maybe he really is coming back, this could be legitimate and the most amazing player comeback in the history of ever. But eventually I remembered that I do not in fact live in a world of candy canes and sunshine, and I do live in a world where that does not fucking happen. Sorry, but you don't hit liek wo on steroids, come off them and totally suck, and then magically regain your prowess. Jason Giambi is so obviously on something that it is sickening and an affront to EVERYONE when he comes up to the plate. And I mean everyone. I mean the opposing team, and his own team, and the opposing fans, and perhaps most of all, I mean the Yankees' fans. Way to go, asshole. I hope your fucking BA is worth sacrificing the remaining shreds of your integrity and spitting on anyone who has ever defended you, you walking piece of human waste.
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I felt pretty bad for Wake; he really put everything out there today. I was a loser and splurged for the MLB.TV package for the rest of the season, so I was able to watch the NESN feed. 1-0 are always such a mindfuck.
MY BRAIN IT HURTS. THIS IS A WRONGNESS. THE CONFUSION, IT BUUUUUUURRRRRNS.
**laughs** Can I offer you some water?
Jason Giambi is so obviously on something that it is sickening and an affront to EVERYONE when he comes up to the plate.
You think so? I was sure he was on something too, but when that prankcaller was telling everyone that Giambi had tested positive, didn't MLB say that the Yankees were tested as recently as June and there were no positive tests? Unless I suppose the claim is he started juicing right after those tests figuring he wouldn't be tested again, and lights it up since July.
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Glad you got MLBTV. It's fun!
On the testing thing - MLB only tests urine. It does not test blood. Human Growth Hormone, however, does not show up in urine tests, only blood tests. So, Giambi could be shooting up HGH every hour on the hour, handing over samples of urine every hour on the half hour, and come out squeaky clean.
That said, having had a little time to think, I'd like to say that it would really be awesome if he voluntarily submitted to blood testing and tested negative, because think of the story that would be! I would be more than happy to sit down to my fair share of crow if that happened. But, I'm not gonna hold my breath.