Sorry to be late to the posting, but the block just exploded when the Yanks wrapped up win no. 82.
We took turns carrying each other around on our shoulders. Homemade fireworks, champagne, paté—the works. It was crazy out there!
95! 95! 95!
Well, hey: you don't reach a milestone like that everyday. It makes a division championship—which we might get—or a pennant or a World Series—which we won't—look like nothing by comparison.
117 seasons. 95 of them winning. The last 27 in a row. 42 of the last 46. Something to be proud of.
There are still people passed out on the sidewalk downstairs. Party hats still on their heads. This one was a long time in the planning but hey, we did it.
Most winning seasons of any team, ever. Second are the treasonous San Francisco Giants. They have 92, and 93 if they pull one out another one this season. And that's with 20 years on us.
We are stardust. We are golden. And we've got to get ourselves back to the Series...
Saturday, August 17, 2019
95! 95! And oh, they're going crazy!
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Million-year-old carbon seems to be our ally.
ESPN's site has Puig's misplay on Gio's hit and Puig throwing out Maybin at home as the only video highlights. The article makes a big deal out of Gardy's catch, but is there video? Nope.
Gammonites.
Good Tanaka, two in a row. Wow. He made an adjustment on his splitter grip, and all was right with the world.
@JM
https://www.mlb.com/gameday/indians-vs-yankees/2019/08/16/567522#game_state=final,lock_state=final,game_tab=videos,game=567522
Gardy's catch is there..
You had paté at your celebration? Cool!
I do not care about winning seasons. Who the fuck are we? The Kansas City Athletics? We haven't won shit yet this season. A winning Yankee season ends in the Fall with champagne spraying and a Trophy hoisted on high. Who are these "mediocrities" trying to sell us the solace of hollow meager achievements? Fuck them. Fuck them. Fuck them all.
The only number I care about is 28.
Fucking 28.
FUCK YOU HAL AND YOUR FUCKING TRAITOROUS MEDIA EMPIRE, YOU SOULLESS SCAB ON THE UNDERSIDE OF YOUR FATHER'S DEAD EMBALMED SCROTUM.
(Gods rest George's soul except for the abusing Hal thing.)
Of course we had paté! Paté I made myself, I might add. With some of those little cornichons, and crackers that were just right, not too thick, not too thin.
We're a very sophisticated block.
HOLLOW MEAGER ACHIEVEMENTS???
Why, Warbler, these are all-time records! Much more meaningful than winning a World Series, in a time when one-third of all the teams make the playoffs.
With just a couple breaks, the Tampa Bay Witness Protection Rays could win the World Series. The Minnesota Siamese Twins could win the World Series. Hell, the New York Mets could win the World Series...except, of course...Mets.
Spare me your insignificant Fall Classic! We are talking records that will never be broken, because they are a hundred years in the making!
Ah ... of course. I see now.
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May I add one thing?
A small point?
I do not care about winning seasons. Who the fuck are we? The Kansas City Athletics? We haven't won shit yet this season. A winning Yankee season ends in the Fall with champagne spraying and a Trophy hoisted on high. Who are these "mediocrities" trying to sell us the solace of hollow meager achievements? Fuck them. Fuck them. Fuck them all.
The only number I care about is 28.
Fucking 28.
FUCK YOU HAL AND YOUR FUCKING TRAITOROUS MEDIA EMPIRE, YOU SOULLESS SCAB ON THE UNDERSIDE OF YOUR FATHER'S DEAD EMBALMED SCROTUM.
(Gods rest George's soul except for the abusing Hal thing.)
Aaaaaaaaaahhhhhhhhh-AAAAASHHHHAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!@@@!!!!!!!
fuckin' A, winning record - who gives a fuck without a trophy?
And I hope the pate included gourmet rat turds. You can't swing without that bling.
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