why the fuck am i playing baseball right now?
arent i supposed to be suspended?
didnt i get totally lucky that all eyes were on me and wrigley and my bats this weekend, and i survived it and my damn team even went two outta three with the bronx bombers, why am i in baltimore?
if i was sammy sosa i would tell the commish, please lets just do this right now.
nobody has any class any more. thats the problem,
these two guys were obviously cheating, i should say, are still cheating in one of my fantasy baseball leagues.
you know what you get when you win a yahoo fantasy baseball league?
the screen says congratulations to your team name.
so why would you cheat?
anyway, i delivered a few choice lines on the message board because actually playing in the league isnt nerdy enough, i actually am active in this league.
and i told them how they were cheating and how their trades were horrible and then i signed it, nice work, sosas.
im not taking all of this very well.
i wish sammy had just said it was planted.
or he never did it in the first place.
i also wish my tivo knew how to understand the mlb package on directv.
i also wish that the new tsar record would hurry up and come out.
i also wish the hottest girl at work hadnt been so cute today.
if there were three books that i could recommend sammy read this summer
the first would be vurt by jeff noon, psychedelic sci fi from the uk.
then i would say cruddy by lynda barry, funny sad wonderful
then i would say read genesis
then i would say read ten bukowski poems for good luck.