Wednesday, December 27, 2006

too little, too late

Yo, Stu
See where Tom Put-A-Nail-In-My-Coughlin is putting the blame on Hufnagel, and letting Gilbride call the plays. Hey, whatever happened to QBs calling the plays? Ole Tom probably would have been good at rearranging the deck chairs on the Titanic. Don't let the door hit you in the ass on the way out, Tommy boy.
Can't wait for the Yankees to jettison The Big Unit. Just looking at him makes my eyes hurt. Can't they make him pitch with a paper bag on his head? That was one deal that was destined to go bad from the beginning. Let him go back and ugly-up Arizona and drift off into the sunset with the rest of the bluehairs.
Heard Roger Clemens was looking for rental property in Chestnut Hill for the months of August, Sept. and Oct. Any truth to those rumors?
Whoa, all this work is making me build a powerful thirst. Good thing the cave came equipped with a keg-er-ator.

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