they're killing my soul
not good. not good at all. Captain Kick Ass did not lead us to a rousing victory.
we lost the one game i thought we would win in this series.
and they killed me slowly, inning by painful inning.
this afternoon, we put all our trust in Schill. our stopper, once upon a time. our go-to man, when all else failed. i hope he can reach back through the sands of time and channel 2004 Schill or we're going to suffer being swept... and the media howling that will follow.
and then there's Manny with a strained oblique... going into September... and no, i do not think he's faking it. not now. not when we're winning. not when he's just started performing. ::gulp::
the lucky Trot Nixon jersey will be worn today. please let us be holding our lead at six games when it's all over...
2 with their own thoughts:
it's 6 now....so unless there's a rainout (and it's sunny all week).
I'd like to start a chant at the stadium, if the yanks are winning, of
"doesn't matter (clap clap, clap-clap-clap)"
aye-yi-yi.
That was three games I'd rather forget.
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