F--k Baseball And F--k You

What the fuck is this shit? I thought Sunday Night was Football Night (tm)? I was ready for a game. A football game. And now, here I sit, at 8 o'clock, after a full day of...stuff...and now YOU'RE TELLING ME THERE'S NO GODDAMN FOOTBALL ON TONIGHT?

I don't want to...wait, what's that? There's no football...because of baseball? No, noooo, this is fucking bullshit. This is America, goddammit! We don't cancel football for baseball. They cancel baseball for rain. For fucking rain, man! They can't even stand up in the face of precipitation! We cancel games for when presidents get shot in convertibles, not for some lame-fuck baseball game. We can have a cocksucking game in tea-and-crumpets London, but not tonight? At its regulary-scheduled space in my life? Fucking bullshit, man.

This does it. I don't wanna hear Jerome Bettis ever again, telling me that Sunday Night is, or was, whatever. Not if he's gonna fold up his tent like some loafer-toting French infantryman every time baseball walks into town. As of now, Sunday Night Is Jerome Bettis Runs Like A Little Bitch Night. It wasn't bad enough when Willie Parker ran you out of Pittsburgh. Now you've got Tim McCarver and that crooked little finger he keeps up Joe Buck's ass running you off of the calendar. You've gotta represent, Jerome; this looks pretty fucking Grosse Pointe.

Leave it to fucking white people to ruin everything, man. Cocks.

Football Fans > Baseball Fans

Last night I accidentally saw a few minutes of Baseball Tonight (extended viewing of John Kruk has been known to cause hemorrhoids in test subjects). If you didn't see it you probably missed the single greatest baseball highlight we're likely to see all year (unless Manny Ramirez finally just takes a piss on the warning track). On first glance it looked like a routine foul ball, but there was so much more.

While the Baseball Tonight recap was everything I could have expected ("I would have eaten that!" -Kruk) it was the game's live broadcast on NESN that provided the best analysis. Now watch as this noble football fan shows a pussy baseball fan how they roll in Foxboro.



I'm not sure what Mystic Pizza is about but I'd like to think it involves Julia Roberts on the other end of a sloppy slice like that one.

I can't decide which reaction is my favorite, there's a bounty of greatness to choose from. You have to love the Oliver Stone inspired analysis conducted by the Jerry Remy, but my favorite is the reaction of the victim's friend. In a short period of time he goes through the full gamut of emotions; joy when the foul ball is headed his way, sadness when he spills his beer, anger when he sees what's been done to his friend, horror when he sees the wasted pizza, and finally happiness when he realizes that his dumb ass is going to be all over television.

We salute you random Patriots fan. You waited for the perfect moment before you stuck it to the northeast liberal elite baseball-istas for the world to see.