Ah, little lad, you're staring at my fingers. Would you like me to tell you the little story of right-hand/left-hand? The story of good and evil? H-A-T-E! It was with this left hand that old brother Cain struck the blow that laid his brother low. L-O-V-E! You see these fingers, dear hearts? These fingers has veins that run straight to the soul of man. The right hand, friends, the hand of love. Now watch, and I'll show you the story of life. Those fingers, dear hearts, is always a-warring and a-tugging, one agin t'other. Now watch 'em! Old brother left hand, left hand he's a fighting, and it looks like love's a goner. But wait a minute! Hot dog, love's a winning! Yessirree! It's love that's won, and old left hand hate is down for the count!

what, you've never seen the night of the hunter? too bad old l-o-v-e doesnt always win.


l-o-v-e (stolen from juney. i'm shameless):

What happened with Molina and Ramirez in Game 4? This is why Molina is special: in the third inning, when Ramirez was on second base, he tried to tip off one of his teammates on the pitch location. (don't know who was hitting at the time). Anyway, Ramirez shouted "inside" to let his teammate know where the pitch was coming. Molina waited until Ramirez came up the next time and told him he'd better never do that again when he (molina) was catching, or he'd get knocked on his ass. And Ramirez started babbling and Molina got in his face and asked him if he wanted to go. And Manny backed way off and apologized.

h-a-t-e (apologies to the bobc types because they've seen me rant about this already):

"The biggest move, when all was said and done, was the non-move. I think if we get A-Rod [Alex Rodriguez], we don't get here [to the World Series]. I don't question that for a second," said Schilling.

"He's a Hall of Famer, sure. But after getting to know people who a) play with him and have played with him, I don't think it would have worked here. I think this clubhouse would have been a much different place, and I don't think it would have been better, given the personalities involved."

way to kick a guy when he's down. that's wonderfully christian behavior.

and considering how many rumors there are that have been flying around forever about what a pain in the ass teammate curtis is, that's a mighty bold statement to make.

every time i swallow my objectivity enough to think i can get over his horrible persona, to think that i can ignore it enough to credit him on the field and for the work he's done with ALS (and considering i effusively appreciate every little kindness somebody shows my sick people, that's saying a lot) he comes up with something lower and more inane than the last pile of crap he spewed. most people's talent can overcome that; his cannot.

i didn't think i could possibly dislike him more than when he was with arizona. last winter when there were rumors swirling about him potentially coming to new york, i had reservations about being able to look past this very thing. world series be damned - i'm glad he never became a yankee.

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