But that's now next season's crusade.
This year, what can I say? We're phucked. This pen couldn't save their receipts, much less key games in September. Ayala and Feliciano washed away all the ambivalent to great feelings I had about yesterday. They kicked away great offensive contributions from Wright and Delgado and the gift of shoddy Br*ve defense. The Br*ves and their few remaining fans haven't had that much fun since the last cross burning.
Jerry just doesn't get it. It's audition time, m*therf*cker. All we do know is that the guys you keep going to do not get the job done: Errant Hellman, Shoenworthless, Pedreadful Feliciano, those guys should be on pink backpack patrol. Stokes, Smith and Ayala, despite their recent suckbagness, if used sparingly might be of some use. Duaner Sanchez, well, I don't care to see him either. We don't know how Rincon, Reyes, or the 50 other arms sitting just past the outfield wall. Spare me the hesitation, get those bastards in there and see if any of them can do shit.
And the Brewers, those phat phucks. I guess asking where their pride is is a waste of time. Just look at them!! A four game sweep? They should give CC Sabathia back is what they should do.
I guess this guy's not as injured as I thought.
Lock up the liquor cabinets and close the church gate, here come the Nationals. The only thing bigger than their suckiness is their attitude and you know they want to sweep the Mets. And you know that's entirely possible too.