BOY, OH, MAN, I GOTTA TELL YOU...
I have absolutely nothing to work with among my three favorite teams. I'm reduced to talking about ancillary crap like what's happening on sports radio.
It seems like every game I've watched in the last, oh, two weeks, has been precisely the same game. Nationals: 1-run loss. Cubs: bruised with clobberings. Bruised. Giants? Well, if it weren't for that Sub-Tropical Darkie Manager of theirs, maybe they'd be doing somethin' somethin'.
Alas, I turn to my red-headed stepchild (did I just offend Red-Headed-Stepchild Americans?), the As, who were so bad in the first half that their second half boggles me. They just beat the Los Angeles Angels of Disney World with smart, clean baseball. The series is split. I now have something to look forward to tomorrow. You know...the possibility of a team I dig competing.
It seems like every game I've watched in the last, oh, two weeks, has been precisely the same game. Nationals: 1-run loss. Cubs: bruised with clobberings. Bruised. Giants? Well, if it weren't for that Sub-Tropical Darkie Manager of theirs, maybe they'd be doing somethin' somethin'.
Alas, I turn to my red-headed stepchild (did I just offend Red-Headed-Stepchild Americans?), the As, who were so bad in the first half that their second half boggles me. They just beat the Los Angeles Angels of Disney World with smart, clean baseball. The series is split. I now have something to look forward to tomorrow. You know...the possibility of a team I dig competing.
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