Summer of Love

Disregard the post by Superfrankenstein, who won't be content until St. Joseph of Torre hangs by his pinstriped toes from the Seattle space needle.

Let this be known as the summer of kindness, marked for the man who gave us the modern day Yankees. Because our hero is in trouble.


Yankees owner George Steinbrenner looks "dreadful," "bloated" and "disoriented," according to the September issue of Portfolio magazine.

The writer describes George as looking "like an acned Rosie O'Donnell drained of all flesh and coated with a thin froth of monkey spittle," and "a human feather pillow of excrement, which has been allowed to fester for a week inside a garbage bag and set out to feed the swallows," and "a piece of cancered dog meat, stewed in pickle brine and cooked in a microwave oven, who still refers to the toilet bowl as 'Bill Virdon or whoever you are.'"

We must rally behind our Commander in Chief.

This may be his final summer, Superfrankenstein.

A time for you to make love, not hate.