FIFTY THOUSAND MOONS

Thursday, July 7, 2016

DRUNK BLOG (CONTINUED) NIGHT TWO

Clams and beers. Not in that order. Not in any order. Written in random words. Like this blog.

What's this about Jorge Mateo whining that he should be up in Triple A? First off, does he know that means moving to Scranton? Has he ever been to Scranton? He must be a clod. Do we want clods playing for the Yankees? And who calls anybody a clod anymore? The last time that word described anyone was 1969 in Mad Magazine. Just to be called a clod... terrible. Secondly, what's with these un-balled baby fart machines who think MLB owes them a million dollar job? What'll he do next, demand a plaque in Monument Park? Give him a plaque in Scranton. Better yet, give him dental plaque in Scranton. Whoa. I don't feel so good...

3 comments:

KD said...

Big glass of water and two aspirin before bed. Makes for less fearsome hangovers and enhanced drinking capacity the next day.

John M said...

That's sound thinking right there, Duque, listen to KD.

John M said...

http://espn.go.com/blog/new-york/yankees/post/_/id/93527/the-yankees-would-be-smart-to-play-the-kids

No kidding.