"that was a good call by angel hernendez." -
I ....... am writing...... really.... really........ fucking..... slowly....... as..... a .... public ... service..... to ...... you..... all..... so..... that... you might.... get .... used ..... to ...... this..... excru.... ciating..... pace...... in time...... for....... tonight's......... Orioles...... starter....... Steve.... fucking..... slow-...... ass..... Trachsel.
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What ever happened to the fashion police in baseball? Have you guys seen these uniforms some of these guys are wearing today? Some of them look like the old Negro League uniforms. My uncle played for the Cincinnati Clowns and I have photos of his team. Those were some ugly, baggy uniforms. So, have we gone retro? Listen, can you believe that some of the guys have their uniform pants made like their street jeans? Come on now! Let's get out of the music videos and on to the field.
Some of you may think I am joking, but I am serious. Let's keep the integrity of the game. Take it from me, I love to style - my family calls me the Style Master - but it's with taste and off the field. What's funny is you may think these guys are trying to cover up bad bodies, but they're not. Most of these guys have sculpted bodies under all that fabric. Take it from me, they better enjoy having a young, athletic body while they can because time does take it's toll.
Can the baggy uniforms be the reason that female attendance has gone down a bit? Chicks may dig the long ball, but if the uniform isn't fitting, in the baseball stands, the chicks ain't sitting.
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I don't know what it is about Fridays that makes this team just...fall apart, but I (as well as the rest of my Season Ticket Crew) do know that they will win tomorrow in kick-ass fashion. Because tomorrow, the sun will shine dazzingly, Andy Pettitte will throw a perfect game (with one arm tied behind his back, his self-prescribed penance for HGH usage), and Alex Rodriguez, needing a homer for the cycle, will end the game with a walk-off grand slam, then round the bases atop a golden unicorn named Allegra, as Jesus and the ghosts of popes past share a high-five out in Monument Park, and declare how awesome it was that they decided on coming to the game over seeing Wicked for the fifth time, and hey, why not head to Stan's for a celebratory shot? And so inspiring will be the end result, that Steve Perry and the other members of Journey will decide to put their long-standing differences aside and reunite, just so they can write a stadium-anthem-quality song that totally captures the greatness that was the Yankees vs the Devil Rays on April 5, 2008.
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