Thursday, September 18, 2008


As Snoop Dogg once said, "If it ain't one thing its a mothafuckin' otha, word to your daddy and your granny and your mutha."

I mean seriously. I nearly ended my life about 5:15 this afternoon, as I sat at my desk and watched as the Brewers turned a fantastic win, into a gut-wrenching, ass-raping, quite possibly season-ending loss. It was the highest of highs and the lowest of lows in about 10 minutes as their four fucking run lead, with 2 outs and nobody on, evaporated. I seriously have no clue who is going to pitch tomorrow now. McClung who was supposed to, pitched 2 innings today. I'm guessing Parra. They fucking left the bases loaded 3 times again. Braun can't hit his way out of a paper bag. FUCK!

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