Anyway, so I start looking. And for some reason, I wind up (not because I'm a masochist or anything) looking to see whether or not any of my stuff from the ALCS made it onto EBay and seeing how many thousands of dollars my chewed up gum is going for. I mean, I haven't graced the playoffs since, like, '95, so you KNOW the vials of my sweat that I handed out to
So I'm looking, right? Right? And then...and then...I'm sorry, hold on, I need some chardonnay for this, Dear Diary...
I find...I find...this.
That...that...fucking....BITCHSON, with his shitty ass album, with his horrific cornrows, with his...BITCHNESS...had the...audacity to...sign...that...
I just...I...YOUR CORNROWS ARE STUPID. AND YOU SUCK. YOUR ALBUM BLOWS BECAUSE
YOU ARE SO JEALOUS BECAUSE YOU ARE NOT AMERICA'S GREATEST BASEBALL PLAYER. I HATE YOU.
::runs off sobbing::
PS: MANNY RAMIREZ SMOKES COCKS IN HELL. GARRY SHEFFIELD TOLD ME SO.