Hal is stealthily sneaking up to claim the pot of gold and skulk away like a worm.
The Yankees are gathered under that dark cloud.
We are just as good as Boston.
Except for everything.
We fans are, " the dead grass," deprived of oxygen under the heavy pot.
Wednesday, December 5, 2018
Hal, Pot and the Yankees
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Fuck Hal. Despite my ivory tower education, I'm happy to fulfill the role of obscenity-hurler on this venerable blog.
Fuck Hal and fuck Randy, who is the horse that Hal rode in on. Can you see Randy in some "Honcho" magazine spread from the 80s in pony regalia? Saddle, bit and riding blanket? I can.
Anyway, we need a manifesto and I'm still mulling things over. The first point I would put at the top - the first on the list of demands and grievances would be this - and I'm torn, because any good manifesto, such as the Declaration of Independence, for example, usually puts the grievances before the demands, but I'm going to put a demand first, and that is:
1. We, the fan base, deserves the truth.
I'm going to mull some more and come back to this. Going to take my small plane and go circle the highest nearby peak to clear my head first. I think that would be in Yonkers and I don't really have a plane, but I'm going to go circle the imaginary Mount Yonkers as I contemplate the following grievances and demands.
Back later, comrades.
Okay, I'd already rewrite that to say:
1. We, the fans, deserve the truth.
Back to Mount Yonkers and my fortress of bullshit.
Hey, the foundation of the manifesto ought to be -- go back in time and undo what's been done so far in the 2018 off-season:
1. Un-sign CC Sabathia.
2. Release Gardy.
3. Keep Toe.
I know all of that is just a start. And -- I know -- you can't unspool history.
However, if those 3 actions are indicators........yike!
It's good to have an obscenity hurler, especially one who can hit 102 on the radar gun.
I can hit 102, but I can also throw knuckler obscenities. I can pitch this shit until I'm really old.
BRING BACK PHIL NIEKRO
Yes, Bitty, fuck Hal in the ass with Cashman's disembodied head.
Look people, I've been busy at work. And I have a fucking neck injury! And you go and try to replace my obsceneness!? With my dear lovely sweet microcephalic Bitty no Les!? I assure you all I will never ever stop hurling chucking launching and catapulting obscenities into this blog and the Void.
Fuckers!!
FUUUUUCKERRSSSSS !!!?!!!!??!!??!!
In this, as in many moments of great stress, I find it best to turn the wisdom of the ages, as expressed by the Sex Pistols:
"Fuck this and fuck that!
Fuck it all and fuck Hal the brat!
We don't want a team that looks like that!
We don't want some losers who look like that!"
Love you, Winnie. You do it in a special way that makes my tiny microcephalic head tingle.
Fuck yeah! We can work better together.
ALL TOGETHER NOW...
I love you reprobates!
Every normal man must be tempted, at times, to spit on his hands, hoist the black flag, and begin slitting throats.
Please, feel free to amend for your particular situation. not of your city but I do feel your pain and frustration.
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