Taliesin

Miss you too Yaz...TMW and I may or may not be still in contact..hanging out at The Peach Pit with Priestley and Billyboy doing bumps.

Maybe they can resign Ol Blood and Guts, The Texas Con Man himself, now pitching for the Sugar Land Skeeters. This has to be one of the most bizarre days in MLB history.

It's always pitching. Defense and Timely hitting. In that order. You could write a thesis in an argument about O.B.P. Or any of the latest trendy sabermetric principles. Or wax poetic about the good old days when men were men. It's Pitching. Billy Beane hasn't won s***, Moneyball or otherwise. It's also chemistry. You could argue that forever too. This team is a sack of nothing signifying nothing. It's just the waxing and waning of baseball. Or in the words of Carole King...sometimes you win, sometimes you lose. I think there is a general malaise over the whole sport at the moment. It's like the whole nation has entered into a fugue state. As a fan, I went some 20 odd years without making the playoffs. Now, they can just Caribbean Island backdoor it. Have thumb injuries, back spasms, mental defects, chicken and beer, pitch counts. Which I think have been the bane of everything. It's pitching. That's it.

The players need to grow a pair. Youk looks like he's getting effed in the ass by Giselle half the time. Ted Williams fought in two world wars and he didn't looked as stressed. I'm thrilled they don't have Terry giving them BJ's every minute...that's why they ended up with the culture that ended last season. Haven't won one playoff game since 2008..don't care if they send them to Attica getting it up the ....STFU and win a game. For once. Oh no..I have a boo boo. Really. These players are ridiculous. Boring. And, impossible to get behind. 120 bucks to watch Ryan Sweeney while the Albino is cheering on his crappy Liverpool Soccer team. Sweet Caroline...good chumps never seemed so good..

These are the facts. This team has been duller than the fat girl with braces from Junior High since 2007. It's a corporation that is in the business of entertaining the masses in arguably the most cutthroat baseball city in the world. I miss the Billy Martin's. It's what interested me in baseball to begin with...the passion and controversy. It's not polo. Or soccer. Where you want to kill yourself it's so dull. But, it was getting like that, and I found myself..a lifelong diehard Sox fan actively rooting for the Rays at the end of last year, because The Team, was probably the most unlikeable in all my 35 years of watching them. We need a personality at the helm. To say provocative things, and do provocative things. Is it the answer...what's the question. Anything to reverse the front office lobotomy is welcome. Anyone look forward to Tito's Press Conferences? I'm looking forward to Bobby's. It's a beeznus. To quote Pedro.

:-)

I was wondering the same thing a700.

We've been huddled in a 3 person cave since 2007. Watching The Game and not a minute of saber tooth tiger or WAR or WTF these people ramble on about ...sound and fury. The Song remains the same. You hit the ball, you catch the ball, you throw the ball. You pay attention to streaks and emotions and that certain joie de vivre. You can't quantify it. How is your assistant to the chiropractor business going...long time..no talk. Just hanging around The Peach Pit these days.

At the Peach Pit. He wrecked the Huffy.

What I wouldn't give for one little bump

What I wouldn't give for one last bump.

Was riding around The Fens in my Huffy smoking butts...and some guy came up and kicked me in the shins...and I was like 'WOAH" what are you doing? Then, my dad yelled at me...he said..'HEY...GET OVER HERE!" Then I just took off and there was that guy who was a midget who was always angry and I didn't know why, but we went by 7-11 that time and that was cool. Then he started throwing rocks, but we never knew why he was throwing rocks. But then that chick was all jumping up and down and waving and stuff so we hid behind the dumpster. And we were all woo hoo. Hey Yaz.

I'm trying to put myself into some kind of Hindu like trance to transcend the inevitable happening in The Bronx. Wish me luck w/ that. Carry on.

Good evening JW.