Sunday, June 9, 2019

Scary Stuff

Word is that Big Papi has been shot in the D.R.  Reports vary as to whether it was at a night club or an amusement center, and even as to whether it was in the back or the leg.

But they do mostly agree that he was taken to a hospital, and it doesn't seem to be fatal.

Terrible thing.


6 comments:

  1. If they can't agree whether it was the leg or back ... that means it was in the butt. Just a medical guess, but Big Papi was shot in the Big Butt.

    Hope he's out of danger.

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  2. Shot in the back, from what I saw, bullet went right through.

    I mean, the guy was a pain in our ass, but this sucks.

    The DR not exactly cementing a place in the hearts of tourists these days.

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  3. HERE'S THE PROOF THAT REGGIE JACKSON WAS NOT A "CLUTCH" CAREER PLAYER.

    Total career slash line (11,418 plate appearances):

    .262/.356/.490/.846

    Career slash line for 2 outs and RISP (1,416 PA):

    .252/.378/.473/.851

    Career slash line for late and close (1,847 PA):

    .251/.352/.452/.864


    Essentially no difference between Jackson's overall career numbers and overall numbers in clutch situations. SUCK ON THAT, MORONS!

    So--I've not only proved that Reggie Jackson did not possess some magical "clutch" quality over the entirety of his career, but that Rufus T. Firely and All-Craps are just DUMB FUCKS--the latter proposition being really self-evident.

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