Commentary on the San Francisco Giants in specific, and MLB in general. Sometimes amusing, always opinionated, and most importantly, low on carbs. Kansas City Royals and poker-related stuff thrown in for sake of confusion.
Wednesday, July 27, 2005
One, I can take. Two...
If anyone needs me, I'll be curled into fetal position, cursing the Giants bullpen in 17 different languages.
Hey, snap out of it. Giants need your psychic fan support for their contests with the Brewers. Go Giants, go Giants. Um, move forward perilously, Giants. Er, hey Giants could you win, ya know, like three games out of 6? Just half of them, or, I dunno, 31 out of 62, just to stay above .400? Or, could you...
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Hey, snap out of it. Giants need your psychic fan support for their contests with the Brewers. Go Giants, go Giants. Um, move forward perilously, Giants. Er, hey Giants could you win, ya know, like three games out of 6? Just half of them, or, I dunno, 31 out of 62, just to stay above .400? Or, could you...
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I'm the epitome of the anti-happy camper at this moment.
(I tell the Cubs to find another way to beat the Giants other than Neifi, and the silly bastards went ahead and did it, too)
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