We're presently on the road in Fayetteville, Arkansas, where it's always college football season and where the scenery is beautiful, the girls are lovely, and all of the buildings are named after pigs, chickens or Wal-Mart. We watched Wednesday night's Royals game, which was outstanding, thanks again to Ramirez, Nunez and Soria out of the pen. We didn't get to watch or listen to last night's game, which is just as well apparently. Trey "Whitey" Hillman is going to be a great manager for us (probably), but he's going to have to stop running the R's into out after out after out. There comes a time when you have to take your foot off the gas and pause to consider the wisdom and repercussions of your actions for a minute. Just ask George Dubya Bush, who will, of course, tell you to go fuck yourself.
So who's on the mound tonight? We're really out of the loop, but we assume it's back to Bannister. We're going to have to come up with one of those clever Spahn and Sain sayings for Bannister and Greinke... Bannister and Greinke, and then pray we don't stinky ?
P.S. Mark Moneyball Teahen has been impressive lately (or at least he was Wednesday).
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Whew as one of the legions of your faithful readers, I'm glad that you took some time off from your vacation in the Land of David Glass to blog. However, as a loyal American, I've got to remind you to watch the potty mouth. We've already talked about Walmart, bad words, and racism!
Keep up the cursing. We are all adults.
As a Royals fan, I come by the cursing honestly. I thought "F-ckin" was Neifi Perez's middle name. Neifi F-ckin Perez. But I will try hard to restrain myself, especially now that we're on this shitty losing streak.
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