This is creepy. This is like one of those Twilight Zone episodes where the ghost face shows up in the picture, even though nobody saw him at the funeral. Scary. Whoowee. Tobe Hooper. I'm goosing, just looking at it.
Somehow, somebody perched Scott Boras' transmogrified head onto his electrically reanimated corpse body, then placed it as a juju ornament behind home plate, apparently as a reminder to all general managers of what is going to happen to the salaries of the winning team in this series.
Check out the sourpuss. This is a billionaire. Would you want to negotiate with a mug like that? I'd give him a five-year deal just to go away. He looks mean. He's watching his stallions, it's 74 degrees, and he's grimacing as if his nuts are getting pinched by that bulletproof vest he's wearing.
I'd write more, but I'm terrified. Bloggers have inner demons, you know.
Tuesday, October 20, 2009
As Arod hits HR, Scott Boras' zombie head watches from ghost planet
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You missed the crooked smile he got when Damon came up to bat.
He can already smell the contract.
You think this is odd? Yesterday, A-Rod thought Jeter's butt was a cuddly stuffed animal or pillow.
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