4/08/2004 09:03:00 PM by Tommy

Six Dollars and a Mayo Sammich for the Head of Sean Casey

I slept through the game today. Owing to that I sleep in the day, like Dracula. And that's when the game was played. During the day. While I was asleep. Like Dracula.

Sean Casey. Why couldn't somebody have taken that big tall sumbitch out at the knees before he went 3 for 4?

What are we paying Todd Hollandsworth for? Hockey has enforcers. Why not have a guy whose job it is to come out of the dugout and lay somebody out when it looks like they're getting hot? Let's put Mike Tyson under contract. Or Bill Romanowski. Or even Bill Goldberg. They're savages. I'm sure for enough cash and HGH they'd break a couple of necks for us. Romanowski took out his own teammate this year. Surely he'd have no qualms about crippling an Astro or two.

Sammy hit a home run today. Yet the Cubs lost. What an interesting phenomenon.

The Cubs are in Atlanta this weekend, which is a mere 3 hours or so from the Guest Sloth Compound, here in sunny Tennessee.....

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