It is being widely reported that The Intern is now the NY Giants GM. Having a choice between tow broken down quarterback, he actually chose the younger one!
Good luck Giants fans. Your season is already over.
I just found some old posts from times past. I'll put one up. Perhaps later, I'll find the one from Miguel Cairo Ginsburg.
From Giancarlo Shakespeare
Shall I compare thee to a baseball player? Thou art more lazy and more indolent: The slightest tweaks separate your layers, And on the IL you have the summer spent: Sometime too hot the eye of heaven shines, And salaries rise into the stratosphere; And while my own savings fast decline, Your net worth rises faster than the foam on beer; But thy eternal summer shall not fade Nor lose possession of that fair thou owest; Nor can you DH, run, catch, or sit in the shade, You are never on the field and your bunions do growest: So long as your contract runs or eyes can see , So long lives this fallacy that tortures me
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I know that I speak for everyone here when I say that I can not stop sobbing, E.D.
ReplyDeleteMy friends, I say it again with the utmost sincerity and from the bottom of my heart: Spring Training is full of lies.
ReplyDeleteIt is being widely reported that The Intern is now the NY Giants GM. Having a choice between tow broken down quarterback, he actually chose the younger one!
ReplyDeleteGood luck Giants fans. Your season is already over.
Boone always chooses the road that he's traveled before (even though it doesn't work)
ReplyDeleteI just found some old posts from times past. I'll put one up. Perhaps later, I'll find the one from Miguel Cairo Ginsburg.
ReplyDeleteFrom Giancarlo Shakespeare
Shall I compare thee to a baseball player?
Thou art more lazy and more indolent:
The slightest tweaks separate your layers,
And on the IL you have the summer spent:
Sometime too hot the eye of heaven shines,
And salaries rise into the stratosphere;
And while my own savings fast decline,
Your net worth rises faster than the foam on beer;
But thy eternal summer shall not fade
Nor lose possession of that fair thou owest;
Nor can you DH, run, catch, or sit in the shade,
You are never on the field and your bunions do growest:
So long as your contract runs or eyes can see
, So long lives this fallacy that tortures me
Brilliant, Duque. Brilliant, Bitty. Ne'er did I think I would gambol amongst such poets!
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