I’ll deliver a full account tonite or tomorrow.
I’m just
hoping Casey doesn’t bring in Ralph Terry to pitch the ninth.
Eat your heart out, Alphonso.
Sunday, March 17, 2013
Hey, I’m going to see the Pirates play the Yankees today in spring training!
Eat your heart out, Alphonso.
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Mazeroski . . . . If you see him, Duque, SLAY HIM. Perhaps if the Duque vanquishes the Beast of Mazeroski, the gods will turn in our favor. 1960. Most Americans despised Fidel then. Why? The real Beast of the Apocalypse was Mazeroski. Witness the runs the Yanks scored in the 1960 World Series. Pitching gems from Whitey Ford, incredible clutch hitting by handsome young Bobby Richardson. The uniforms were baggy but their fortunes were bright. Capture Mazeroski, Duque. Let's cook him and eat him . . . .
Duque, just a note to assure you that you can attend a Pirates game safely. I don't take personally any of the horrible, malicious, inflammatory remarks you have made about me, in this blog or in the newspaper. The fact that your criticism of my gamesmanship may have contributed to my being traded, don't let it worry you. You can park safely in the lot and your car will not be keyed. I promise. Oh yeah, Russell remembers you well, too.
Where is that guy? Is that him up in the box seats behind third base? Where's my bat?
Heh, heh, heh. Howdga like THAT dinger, Duque! That homer was for you, Alphonso. More to come!
Hey Alphonso and Mustang. No blood on your door for Passover you anti-semites
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