Wednesday, September 28, 2011



Fuck Jacoby Ellsbury.  Fuck Jawnathan Papelbawn.  Fuck Dahhstin Pedroy-ah.  Fuck Terry Francona.  Fuck Theo Epstein.  Fuck Big Sloppi.  Fuck the city of Bahhston and everybody in it.  Have fun watching the playoffs from the couch, you fucking fugazi bitches.  And enjoy the rest of Carl Crawford's contract.

Betances Starting Tonight

I'm back from Vegas.  I'm unshaven, haven't showered, still in the clothes I wore out last night, and despite brushing my teeth twice and chewing a couple pieces of gum this morning my mouth still tastes like cigarettes.

And now I'm reading that Dellin Betances is starting tonight for the Yanks in the final game of the year.  What?  Am I still drunk?  What the fuck is going on?

Don't get me wrong, I'm a huge Betances fan.  I think once he learns to harness his stuff and have some command, he could be lights out.  But he didn't exactly shine in his MLB debut last week when he did his best Rick Vaughn impression by walking 4 Rays and hitting 1 in just 0.2 innings.

I'm all for not using a regular starter so they can be lined up for the playoffs this weekend, but I also don't want to see Betances go out and struggle tonight and get his Major League career off to a crappy start.  You never know how something like that can affect a kid that young.  And what if he pitches well and shuts the Rays down and then the Fraud Sawx make the playoffs?  That would suck.  I guess we'll see what happens in a few hours.