Monday, July 18, 2005
For eighty or so games a door was not slammed, the Manny pillow wasn’t chucked across the room, no tension filled pacing occurred ‘round the apartment, and calls to my buddies that last three words – “Bull $hit!” “Yup.” Click – didn’t happen. The sensible El Guapo’s Ghost that historically appears the morning after a Sox game, like the Ghost the morning after a night of binge drinking, captured the irrational and impulsive Ghost. The ridiculous Ghost has been freed after the Break with help from the various street gangs of Detroit. And damn, it feels good to vent: A-Hole Sucks! Sheffield – I really thought it was just Gold Bond Medicated cream? Giambi is either back on the juice or the cocktail has kicked in. Jeter still swallows. Al freaking Leiter should be in the booth. Bernie f%ck you for making me live through Carl Mad Man Everett era. It is so on!
The latest and biggest news: the Herald is confirming Brian’s comment and SOSH report that El Guapo is throwing for the Sox in Fort Myers. The possibility of Rich Garces coming out of the Sox pen says a few things: 1) the blog’s name might need to be changed, 2) my t-shirts, which are still in the works after a year and half, would sell like hot cakes, and 3) the Sox are dirty d desperate.
4 Old Comments:
//Rivera has does your pool look, bitch?//
I'm a Yankee hater as much as the next person. But that is awful. Even if you want to slam Rivera, there are plenty of ways to do it without trivializing a little kid's tragic death.
Beth - you are right. That was in poor taste. It has been stricken from the record.
By 1:33 PM, at
El guapo on the team would be awsome
Yo yo, I want a Guapo t-shirt! Make a good one and I'll pay you $100 for 5 or 10.
- Isaac in NYC (ex of Camb.)
By 10:03 PM, at