We're going to war over Tampa

A Tampa radio station is negotiating to run Yankee games this season, sending The Master into the Rays backyard.

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It's an in-your-face A-bomb from Arod, and it's going to piss off the Tampons muy gigundo, because they've always had a nervous tick about New York. This will send them snarling over the edge, especially when our ratings outdo theirs. There is already talk of boycotting the offending, truth-telling station. This could get nasty.

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I say, roll down the window and let the wind roll back your hair!

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Aside from Shelley Duncan spiking that guy's billiards, we've still never taken revenge for that that cheap shot their body-thug put on Francisco Cervelli two years ago in a spring exhibition.
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Full speed ahead! The night's bustin' open, these two lanes will take us anywhere!

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But maybe Lonesome Hal and Filter-Tip Hank ought to think this through.

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For starters, watch Tampa run to Uncle Bud. They'll scream for salary caps or a new Calgon luxury bath tax. Broadcasting games in Tampa smacks of competition! Can't have that.

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Also, and here's where we should be careful, if the Yankees snake their airwaves, they're spiteful enough to deal Carl Crawford to the Redsocks for a bucket of chicken. (Let's never forget what the Showalter-led Arizona Diamondbacks did with Curtis Montague Schilling, just to stick it to George. From us, they asked for Soriano and Nick Johnson, then they gifted him on a bed of lettuce to Boston, without even asking for Hanley Ramirez or John Lester.) If Tampa's going down, they'll try to take us with them.

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Fuck'm. Do it for Frankie!

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But this spring, let's watch our blindside in close plays at home.