Showing posts with label Flushing. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Flushing. Show all posts

Friday, July 24, 2020

Making Opening Day Not Great Again


Having already ripped the country asunder, kowtowing to the Russkies and ignoring, then gaslighting the pandemic, the fetid orange splotch from Queens has set his sights on ruining another aspect of this great country, Opening Day at Yankee Stadium.

Better, he should have done so at Shitty Citi Field in the appropriately-named Flushing, but that curly-headed yutz, Randy Levine arose from his tomb and foisted this horror upon us.

Yes, Mo might be there, too, though he gets a lifetime pass, right? But the current regime should have known better. Hank certainly would have prevailed as the Voice of Reason here, much like myself now.

I'm going back to my condo in Boca now.  Go Yankees!

Thursday, December 21, 2017

Flushing

The Metropolitans are not happy about The Yankees. We signed Giancarlo Stanton and their owner, Fred Wilpon is mighty angry, according to Mike Puma of the Post.


"Fred is pissed every time the Yankees make a move," a source told Puma, adding, "he always seems surprised."

Friday, May 22, 2009

Let's go... Mets?



It's like the Iran-Iraq War. The best outcome would have been if they BOTH lost.

But in this case, there's a clear benefit to us in having the
Flushing Citifieldians defeat the redsocks.

Let the carnage commence!

Sunday, September 28, 2008

Shame at Shea!



"Surly and bruised, they booed when players from the Florida Marlins came out to collect dirt from the basepaths. They booed every time the Mets announced anything over the public address system — “Our Shea goodbye ceremony will begin in five minutes,” was particularly unpopular. And, yes, they even booed Mr. Met."

Tuesday, June 17, 2008

Pete Abe quote of the day

The sagacious Peter Abraham on the Flushing Metropolitans: "The Mets are a Triple-A team playing in a big stadium. What a mess. It’s total clown college."

Meachum to Scranton?


We can only hope. Welcome back, Willie. (Whenever. We'll leave a light on.)