Back in Blue
A thousand apologies for my absence and especially because it left that ARod story as the top story for so long.
So to catch up, the Beej was talking about being called out by Cito, about uncomfortable questions and uncomfortable answers, mostly about his spring sucking and the possibility he loses his closer role. The weird thing about the quotes he gave was that they seemed to indicate that there was going to be some kind of smack down if he were to be moved out of the closer's role. Like things were going to get "uncomfortable" for others. Uncomfortable in a rosin bag up the ass kind of way.
But Cito clearly doesn't fear Southern hot heads. Cito takes on Roger Clemens, and talked about their issues. This is perhaps my favourite quote on anything, ever.
"He's an asshole himself, a complete asshole. I'd say that loud, right in his face. It's all about him, nobody else but him." Awesome.
Also, "He wouldn't do that, otherwise there would have been a good ass-whippin' that day. It might have been me, but he still would have known I was there."
I kind of wish Roger had just faded away, because I used to really admire his talent and for being a complete master of his game. But I'm having trouble with this stuff. I never believed he was a saint, but this is getting seriously gross.
I really hope this man has no demons in his closet, cause holy crap is Roy Halladay completely crush worthy. “I just try to make pitches,” he said earnestly. Later, he added, “I’ve just never been one to draw attention to myself.” Sigh, earnestly. The only thing that makes me pause is that this appears in the New York Times and what that might mean after 2010. In that the Yankees might be tired of hearing AJ's second-hand interpretations of his lessons from the Roy Halladay School of Kicking Ass and will pay sick amounts of money to hear the lessons from the real deal.
Cause Roy in pinstripes...eyes gauged out with rusty spoons, guys.
We are a few days away from Opening Day. I can't go because I am poor (the starving artist shit, not so glamorous, afterall) but I will be watching from home. I think Parkes, from DJF, gave sound advice on how to keep it cool on Christmas of the Spring.
Do think before you wave, do park on Front St. West of the Dome, do get off at Bremner on the Spadina Street Car, don’t use a glove to catch a foul ball, do give foul balls to a nearby kid, don’t lose your shit for a free T-shirt, don’t buy beer from the Harry Potter-looking tallboy peddler, do buy your program from the Falling Down dude wearing shorts with semen stains, and finally, do use the exit ramps near section 108 or section 135 to get the fuck out of there.
Roy is totally wondering what the velocity on that bottle is, by the way.
So to catch up, the Beej was talking about being called out by Cito, about uncomfortable questions and uncomfortable answers, mostly about his spring sucking and the possibility he loses his closer role. The weird thing about the quotes he gave was that they seemed to indicate that there was going to be some kind of smack down if he were to be moved out of the closer's role. Like things were going to get "uncomfortable" for others. Uncomfortable in a rosin bag up the ass kind of way.
But Cito clearly doesn't fear Southern hot heads. Cito takes on Roger Clemens, and talked about their issues. This is perhaps my favourite quote on anything, ever.
"He's an asshole himself, a complete asshole. I'd say that loud, right in his face. It's all about him, nobody else but him." Awesome.
Also, "He wouldn't do that, otherwise there would have been a good ass-whippin' that day. It might have been me, but he still would have known I was there."
I kind of wish Roger had just faded away, because I used to really admire his talent and for being a complete master of his game. But I'm having trouble with this stuff. I never believed he was a saint, but this is getting seriously gross.
I really hope this man has no demons in his closet, cause holy crap is Roy Halladay completely crush worthy. “I just try to make pitches,” he said earnestly. Later, he added, “I’ve just never been one to draw attention to myself.” Sigh, earnestly. The only thing that makes me pause is that this appears in the New York Times and what that might mean after 2010. In that the Yankees might be tired of hearing AJ's second-hand interpretations of his lessons from the Roy Halladay School of Kicking Ass and will pay sick amounts of money to hear the lessons from the real deal.
Cause Roy in pinstripes...eyes gauged out with rusty spoons, guys.
We are a few days away from Opening Day. I can't go because I am poor (the starving artist shit, not so glamorous, afterall) but I will be watching from home. I think Parkes, from DJF, gave sound advice on how to keep it cool on Christmas of the Spring.
Do think before you wave, do park on Front St. West of the Dome, do get off at Bremner on the Spadina Street Car, don’t use a glove to catch a foul ball, do give foul balls to a nearby kid, don’t lose your shit for a free T-shirt, don’t buy beer from the Harry Potter-looking tallboy peddler, do buy your program from the Falling Down dude wearing shorts with semen stains, and finally, do use the exit ramps near section 108 or section 135 to get the fuck out of there.
Roy is totally wondering what the velocity on that bottle is, by the way.