This time it means something.
So, home field advantage is at stake. Is that going to make this annual bore-fest any better? If karma really does indeed exist, the game will go 146 inning and Bud Selig will be squirming in his seat the entire time, knowing that he can't call the game a tie or he'll be burned in effigy. He'll have a heart attack at inning 100 and his stooges will still be afraid to call the game for fear of public backlash and they'll just keep playing ball while Selig yells for nitroglycerin.
And then, if karma is really having a good night, Roger Clemens will bean someone with a fast ball and Mike Piazza will come running onto the field and beat the crap out of Clemens with Sammy Sosa's corked bat.
Now, that would be an interesting game.
And welcome back, Rickey Henderson. Oh, how we missed you. Not. There's never been a more egotistcal, selfish, self-centered, crybaby, injury faking, hamstring pulling, locker room cancer, pussy of a player. Even if he is hung like....Sammy Sosa's corked bat.
Speaking of Roger, I wonder how many people are sticking pins in their Clemens Voodoo Bobbleheads, pissed off about how he snuck onto the team at the last minute? Go ahead, Barry Zito, stick away. Don't let me stop you.
Just a gentle reminder: Don't go stealing anyone's Yankee cap.
That last link brought to you by Hi, I'm Black!, who seems to have a hard time linking Yankee fans. Fine, be that way. Freaking sore loser
Met A's fan. At least he knows what's wrong with baseball. So I'll be nice and link him, even if ignores me.
Someday I'm going to make one of those audblog posts, and it will be nothing but a replay of Bucky Dent hitting that home run. Yea, that one.
I'm in a good mood, so I feel like pissing people off tonight. It's how I get my jollies.