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June 11, 2005

I'd Say, "Take it to Queens, you Mutts!" But that Would Be an Upgrade at this Point!

Chien-Ming Wang has pitched better than he did last night. But it's impossible to win when your fielders treat the baseball as if it were a sexually transmitted disease.

You hapless goddamn bastards. Dead bats were one thing; now I gotta deal with cast iron gloves and nitrogen encased playing brains, too? I'd say, "I'm throwing whatever trouble I get in today your way," but you knuckleheads would just fucking boot it!

Posted by TC at June 11, 2005 09:42 AM

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