Amid the controversy of this month's selection, we at IIH, IIF, IIc must ask ourselves...
Are we playing with fire?
Think about it.
February: Hank -- gets put in his place and ripped by writers.
March: Phil Hughes -- hammered, injured, put on DL.
April: Shelley Duncan -- demoted to Scranton.
Tom the Bomb can say what he wants. He's like that. But we have to ask ourselves a much broader, more serious question.
Are we doing the devil's handiwork?
Thursday, May 1, 2008
Is there a Yankee of the Month Curse?
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Please, duque, my name isn't Tom the Bomb. It's TOM THE BOMB!!!
It should have been Farnsy. Damn you all.
My name is El Duque, thank you.
Not "Duque."
When you start referring to me with a little respect, I'll call you by your name of the week, whatever you have changed it to be, SuperBombstein.
Or Zero.
Should I call you Zero, as in, "Shut up, Zero."
Harsh, dude.
But no matter how many times you try to change the subject, El Duque, I'll keep speaking out:
It should have been Farnsy!
Sorry, man.
But if we were to pick Farnsy, and there was a curse, you know what that would mean?
It would mean he never gets out of that doghouse.
You wanna live with yourself knowing that?
Farnsy?
It's Farnsworth.
As in in "Oh, Farnsworth, would you please warm up the Mercedes?" or "Oh, Farnsworth, would you please draw my bath?" or "Oh, Farnsworth, we'll be having guests for dinner tonight."
Or, as a child:
"Farnsworth! Stop picking your nose!" or "Faaaaarnsworth! Leave the cat alone!" or "Damn it Farnsworth, if I said it once, I've said it a thousand times -- don't hit rocks with my golf clubs!"
It should have been Roger Clemens.
Listen, you can fight all you want, change your names, capitalize them or translate them into Swahili.
We are doomed. The world is ending. The Apocalypse is upon us. We were swept by Detroit at home.
I'm going to look for some Nembutol, a bottle of Old Crow, my shotgun and those twin redheaded sisters who own that orange Ford Explorer with the stag horns on the hood. Don't wait up for me.
I'm picking the worst person on the list next month. Put a Redsock on there, please.
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