What a bargain that Fausto is. Thanks, Mephistopheles! Not a fan of the 2-for-752 w/RISP, though. But goddamn, Mr. Hafner, wear all the fucking ECW shirts you want.
One of the few things in life finer, more sweet, more delicious, more memorable than putting the smackdown on The Fucking Yankees is
ripping the heart out of The Fucking Yankees.
Friday, October 5, 2007
Cleveland 2, The Fucking Yankees 0
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The news is spinning it that it's the bugs that caused the win:
http://news.yahoo.com/s/ap/20071006/ap_on_sp_ba_ga_su/bba_yankees_indians;_ylt=AvsxBQ.QSFvXFagOgkWDcwSs0NUE
"It's like somebody let them go," Yankees shortstop Derek Jeter said. "Just when you think you've seen it all — that's home-field advantage."
Bugs or not...Yankee Go Home!
(full disclosure, I'm an Angels fan. We're locked up in the top of the 9th 3 to 3...)
Fucking Frankie Rodriguez gave it up.
I knew he was lookin shitty toward the end of the season and was going to be a liability.
down 0-2 to Boston. Brutal.
Funny how the swarm of bugs didn't bother Fausto. Diary of Chamberlain: Die Bugs Die! I couldn't believe that Red Sox/Angels game. And he did, but at the risk of overusing a long-deceased cliché, this is a new season. I figured it was going extra.
The Sox came back from down 0-2 in 2003 and 0-3 in 2004, so one never knows. Which is why despite my glee, I won't be thrilled until our third win is official.
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