Tuesday, July 29, 2008

It's 106 miles to Chicago, we got a full tank of gas, half a pack of cigarettes, it's dark, and we're wearing sunglasses. Hit it.

Games 86 - 105: Yankees

Red Sox 7, Yankees 0
Red Sox 6, Yankees 4
Yankees 2, Red Sox 1
Yankees 5, Red Sox 4 (10)
Yankees 5, Rays 0
Yankees 2, Rays 1 (10)
Pirates 4, Yankees 2
Blue Jays 5, Yankees 0
Yankees 9, Blue Jays 4
Blue Jays 4, Yankees 1
Yankees 7, A's 1
Yankees 4, A's 3 (12)
Yankees 2, A's 1
Yankees 12, Twins 4
Yankees 8, Twins 2
Yankees 5, Twins 1
Yankees 1, Red Sox 0
Yankees 10, Red Sox 3
Red Sox 9, Yankees 2
Orioles 13, Yankees 4

Record: 58-47

Who wants an orange whip? Orange whip? Orange whip? Three orange whips.

I bet you thought I'd never be back. Or hoped. Who knows. Well, you get me briefly today, as I'm headed to the airport right now, off to Chicago for work shit. And once I return, perhaps I can grasp this concept of daily posting...not sure, but I'll give it a shot. And maybe rob will go on his third vacation in a month.

The new Oldsmobiles are in early this year!

My boys recently had that impressive 8 game winning streak, but my excitement with the club's play has been tempered slightly by the 9-2 and 13-4 beatings the last two games (especially losing to the Orioles as home last night. What the fuck fellas?). Whatever, who am I to complain...the Yankees are right back in this thing, and I really like the Nady and Marte pick-ups for four minor leaguers, only one of which might be good (Jose "You say Tabate, I say" Tabata). Hell, go grab Jarrod Washburn if you only have to pick up his tab...I give you permission.

Illinois Nazis. I hate Illinois Nazis.

I like to see a little scuffling from rob's club, and I really like seeing Manny be a complete distraction. Keep it up pal. And maybe it's just me, but all that Tampa talk sure has died down (even though I fully recognize their place above my boys in the standings).

This is definitely Lower Wacker Drive. If my estimations are correct, we should be very close to the Honorable Richard J. Daley Plaza.

I'll be there in a few hours. Love that town.

Bring me four fried chickens and a Coke.

Color me impressed with the pitching these last 20 games or so. I honestly didn't think the pitching staff as currently constituted had it in them. Andy HGH, Joba, Moose (except last night), Aruban Fatty Pants...all have been solid. Hell, I can't even get mad at Kyle Farnsworth right now, though I'm sure if I had more time I could find a reason.

Disco pants and haircuts...Yeah, lots of space in this mall.

The offense: Let Posada shut it down for the year. That's why you traded for Nady, right? Let Jose of the Flying Molina clan catch...at least he can throw a guy out now and again. Release Richie Sexson in a week if he continues to struggle against lefties, since that was the only supposed reason you signed him. Slap Melky Cabrera across the face with a white glove, duel-style...or trade him. I could care less at this point. Make up stories about Rodriguez, or at least leak real stories to the NY tabloids about his off-field exploits...for some reason he plays better with all that shit going on. Rest Derek Jeter up a few days between now and late August, even a DJ-slurper like myself realizes he is struggling mightily in the field and even at the plate.

How much for the little girl? How much for the women?

Carry on my wayward sons. There'll be peace while TJ's gone. And a lot less profanity.

Our Lady of Blessed Acceleration, don't fail us now.

2 comments:

Nick said...

Great googly-moogly!

He's alive!

Nice return effort.

T.J. said...

I do what I can Nikolai.