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...September. Oh, so predictable. And beautiful. [Sure, this post could come back to bite me in the ass later, but I strike while the iron is hot. And no kittens were harmed in the creation of this win]


Thank you for all you've done for us, Michele! I consider the one run allowed my father's fault, as he upset the configuration to see how the Americans were sucking it up in the Ryder Cup. I let him have it, and kept our configuration safe the rest of the day :D Go team!

There is no God!

lets see...

Both teams make the playoffs and Yank's are bounced in the first round. All is well.

1918... 1918... 1918...

How sweet it is!


Yankees Suck!

You know when your team's number 2 & 3 pitchers get crushed. And anything over 5 runs is a red-headed stepchild like beating.

You don't get to come back and say things like "yankees suck" Leen. So just take it like a man, or in this case the gimp in "Pulp Fiction" and hope the Red Sox can sweep up in Fenway.

And there is no God