Well...
It's been a while.
I've been off in the mountains of far Alaska recovering from the latest Red Sox debacle, chanting the mystical "om" while centering my chaka and visualizing Grady Little drifitng southward on a disabled shrimp boat...
But they're back, and I'm back. They new victim, er.. Manager, Terry Francona, seems to be an interesting, if a little stiff, guy. He played for the Expos, Brewers, Cubs, and 1980's Indians, so he really knows about winning. Err...... I mean, he had a great career as a manager, winning 77 games in 1999 finishing in third place with the Phillies... Er.....
Umm...
Hmm...
Does anybody else think that maybe the whole hiring Terry Francona thing is maybe being driven by the fact Theo Epstein is sitting on a bunch of 1982 Fleer Terry Francona Rookie Cards and he's hoping will finally get above "common" status if the Sox somehow win the series this year?
Ye Gods.
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I hereby disclaim everything written in this blog. I didn't do it, it was the drugs. Actually, I'm already bored of blogging so it's unlikely I'll write anything here in the first place. Oh, yes, and I'll most likely kill you in the morning. Or something like that. Damn, this is too short, so I'll have to go writing other crap... Okay, did I tell you I was ambidextrous? No? Well, that's good, 'cause it's not true. I just like the word because it's long and I need to fill some space here. I mean, I could go on and on about how lovely Penny is and how I will someday move to Canada, get her husband drunk, take pictures of him with hookers when he's passed out, and be on hand to console her, but he got a little pissed off the last time I said something like that, so I won't... Hmmm... Is this enough? Yeah, I think so. Let me go check.... Okay, I'm back. Looks fine. I can stop now. Oh, yes, but first: I made this shit up. A) Don't sue me. B) Don't copy it and pass it off as your own, because that would tick me off. Well, except for the stuff I stole from other folks, I guess you could steal that, that would be okay... Anywho, I've gotten to the end, so I'll just let you go. Mmm'kay?
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