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| I'm a Big Papi now and that little puking, crying, love of my life is cutting into my writing. For those of you who waited patiently I give you this 40,000 word masterpiece...or piece of toilet paper. It all depends on how you look at it. |
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| Is Big Papi like Cyrus? Is he the one and only? Only he doesn't get shot and killed within the first five minutes of this wild adventure. |
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| I'm still alive. USA is out of the World Cup, but the Sox are on a roll and I give a lot of credit to the rookies. Even if they have to carry a Hello Kitty backpack to the bullpen every night they seem to be taking it all in stride. |
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| Nothing says "Summer's Here!" quite like being swept in Minnesota. We've reached the point in the season where I go about two weeks without watching a full-game. If this slide continues beyond that I might start planning the day I put my Summer clothes away in favor of the Fall wardrobe. Oh and the World Cup is going on and it's AWESOME...unless you're American. |
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| I need to take a nap. A nap that is going to end when the Sox decide that .500 is only a good number when you're talking batting average. Why does this happen every year? Losing my mind should be a national day of mourning. I'm 6'3", 190lbs and I have high blood pressure. Who do you think I blame? |
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| Today is a huge day and it had nothing to do with baseball, but before you read why Jon Lester is pitching tomorrow. Bring on the rookies, because I'm feeling frisky! |
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| The tourists are under attack. Japanese Bloggers. Carl Crawford feels like a complete tool today. Come get your Johnny Cakes! |
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| My world is complete. Coco is back and I'm feeling surly. Tito's performance over the last week has me reconsidering sending him the funny Christmas card I pick up at Urban Outfitters, instead using the lame one from CVS that screams "An 85 year old lady bought this." By the way did I mention that Coco was back? |
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| Yours truly has been a bit of a slacker lately and it's is my intention to make it up to you with this 6532 word epic. Warm up the printer, check your ink level and put a new roll of TP on, because this baby is bound to destroy some South American old growth. |
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| Is the rivalry dead inside of me? Is this unborn child sucking my energy in another direction? I'm experiencing a tremendous amount of inner turmoil and my hormones are so out of wack that I'm feeling bad for the Yankees. |
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