Jack Kerouac
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Best Season (EVER) by a 29 year old catcher. Hello Mike Napoli!
...and Mike SooooSha, every time you open your mouth on this subject you sound like the utter fool you are. I just wish a decent follow up question would be asked, "Spin it like you will, but you KEPT Mathis, justify that you turd?"
I hope Naps hits four home runs tonight and SooooSha chokes. And for those of you that are sick of the Naps love, remember he was kicked out of here and he will continue to get that love as long as we have to suffer Mathis and Wells.
Elvis does an impersonation
Since this occurred just moments after one of the Napoli home runs, I wonder who Elvis was impersonating???
Red Sox John Lackey Divorcing Wife Battling Cancer
A TMZ report.
Ryan: Sweet Caroline a national embarrassment
Stick with this until the last 15 seconds, then blow your top
EXTREME TRADE
Another precinct heard from on the Wells trade.
Go Low, Not High On Trumbo
I guess now everyone will know how to pitch to Trumbo.
The Mathis Line: a new frontier of mediocrity by Chris Lund
A brilliant article about the historical craptasticness of Jeff Mathis.
How about this trade?
by Jack Kerouac on Apr 14, 2011 12:07 PM EDT
on Halos Heaven
How about trading two very bad contracts: Vernon Wells for Dice-K?
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Ain't it funny how an old broken bottle, looks just like a diamond ring
by Jack Kerouac on Oct 4, 2010 4:04 PM EDT
on Halos Heaven
The Rev's throwaway line in game thread 161/162 has put these John Prine lyrics and tune in my head all day and it is a poignant way to end this season.
Far From Me
©John Prine
As the cafe was closing
on a warm summer night
And Cathy was cleaning the spoons
The radio played the "Hit Parade"
And I hummed a long with the tune
She asked me to change the station
Said the song just drove her insane
But it weren't just the music playing
It was me that she was trying to blame.And the sky is black and still now
On the hill where the angels sing
Ain't it funny how an old broken bottle
Looks just like a diamond ring
But it's far, far from meWell, I leaned on my left leg
in the parking lot dirt
And Cathy was closing the lights
A June bug flew from the warmth he once knew
And I wished for once I weren't right
Why we used to laugh together
And we'd dance to any old song.
Well, ya know, she still laughs with me
But she waits just a second too long.And the sky is black and still now
On the hill where the angels sing
Ain't it funny how an old broken bottle
Looks just like a diamond ring
But it's far, far from meWell, I started the engine
and I gave it some gas
And Cathy was closing her purse
Well, we hadn't gone far in my beat up old car
And I was prepared for the worst.
"Will you still see me tomorrow?"
"No, I got too much to do."
Well, a question ain't really a question
If you know the answer too.And the sky is black and still now
On the hill where the angels sing
Ain't it funny how an old broken bottle
Looks just like a diamond ring
But it's far, far from me
Everyone have an enjoyable off season and get ready for next year and the playoffs.
Oh crap, we're still number one.
by Jack Kerouac on Sep 30, 2007 7:33 PM EDT
on Halos Heaven
I was hoping that the monumental collapse of the Metropolitans would erase the 1995 you-know-whose collapse as the worst of all-time. Alas, we're still number one.
Read here for the "top" 13 collapses of all-time (the Mets moved into the number two slot earlier today).
http://www.baseballprospectus.com/article.php?articleid=6764
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