I told yuw all.
It was so clear, so abundantly plain that the birds in the trees were chirping, "An-droo-jownz-an-droo-jownz." And yet, so many of you chose to drink from the Nectar of Nay.
You preferred to wander the Stigian darkness of the Anthracite Capital of the World, bumping into Reeses and Duncans, rather than follow the lit candle of wisdom that was being waxed.
You rebelled against my words. You called me names.
And now... we all know it.
Nady is hurt. We're looking for... right handed power, experience, good glove, maturity... well... we need an Andruw Jones.
Andruw couldnt handle the rigors of playing in LA.
ReplyDeleteAnd for the record he was smart enough not to go anywhere anyone might care about winning a game.
Consider Texas intensive care for recovering PED users.
Power? Maturity? Are we talking about the same player?
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