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Tuesday, April 27


They done blowed up reeel good

I don't have much else to say today, just sitting here with my fingers crossed, hoping that last night's surrender was just a one-time-Big-Ugly-only event.

But I must take a little time today to celebrate the ugly-assed pile of catshit that is the Noooo York Yankees.

You thought the Mets sucked dick? The Yanks have a worse batting average.

Jete and A-Rod have frequent, emotionally wrought slapfights nightly after shower.

The Steingrabber has already lined up interviews for GM, Manager, all coaches, the scouting department, the peanut vendors and for whatever position George Constanza once held.

Even as Cub after Cub went up hacking last night like the all-star alternates from the Earlville Little League, I could sit there with a grin, and bask in the fact that, well, at least we aren't the Yankees.

Now, everyone with the possible exception of their 2nd baseman is headed either for the HOF or the All-star team. Shouldn't the Small Sample Size Weenie (the S-cubed-dubya) be poking his pimply head up here, begging me to relax, its early, and there's NO PHUCKING WAY the Yankees will play this bad the whole year?

There's plenty of time, all you YES men. Chill, your day will come. All the bad news has come at once for you, and before you know it, all the poisons will be banished from your $187M system.

Or, maybe not, says the Reverse Karmic Machine

MUAHAHAHAHAHA!!!!

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