Yea!!!!! The Braves are done! Allright everybody, time to party! Woo hoo! Hey! Wait, what? Huh? No wait, where is everybody going? You mean? Ah man....
Crapoloa.
Friday, September 28, 2007
Thursday, September 27, 2007
Braves Lose - magic elmination number at 1
trying to focus on the positive from last night.
here, watch this clip. it gets really good at the 3 minute mark.
here, watch this clip. it gets really good at the 3 minute mark.
Tuesday, September 25, 2007
Have Mercy
Have we actually dipped to rooting for the B****s this week?
If only Dynamo would get his cavity out of Nats territory and back up here to Sheaville, maybe we'd pull this one out with slightly less drama. What kind of northerner who doesn't work in the politico lives in the vicinity of the District?
If only Dynamo would get his cavity out of Nats territory and back up here to Sheaville, maybe we'd pull this one out with slightly less drama. What kind of northerner who doesn't work in the politico lives in the vicinity of the District?
More idiots
Monday, September 24, 2007
Penultimate pro baseball game at RFK
I went to RFK last Saturday to dutifully cheer on the Nats as they attempted to slow the Phillies' General Sherman like march to overtake the Mets atop the NL East. It went into extra innings and thankfully we left at the end of 9 so we didn't have to bare witness to the abject buffoonery that surely ensued given all the simpletons from Philadelphia that were in town. Phillie fans were all over the stadium, and maybe they weren't all there to be total douches, but we had the great fortune of buying cheap upper deck seats next to where some superstar decided it would be a good idea who organize a road trip for asshole Philly fans.
I've circled the morons for clarity but because I took the picture on my shitty shitty camera phone its tough to make out what a debacle these clowns were causing. Lots of cursing, middle fingers, stupid Rollins M-V-P chants and what not. The very bottom of Philadelphian society on display in our nations capital.
Not that I have a problem with heckling or being a drunk dickhead at a baseball game. But 1) fuck Philadelphia and 2) it was poor form. They were basically taking advantage of the pathetic crowds the Nationals draw. Not that Shea is a particularly intimidating stadium but you really couldn't get away with that shit anywhere else. Maybe in Florida, but then these slobs would have had to sell their time shares in Wildwood, NJ for airfare.
And I'm also bitter that I was too big of a pussy to pretend to be a Philly fan and get pictures with the the whole clan, especially the shirtless, stomach tatoo'd ringleader who probably has the most depressing life of anyone I've ever had the chance to meet. Oh well, I can still find plenty of slapdicks who spend 40% of their monthly income on sports jersey at Redskins games.
I've circled the morons for clarity but because I took the picture on my shitty shitty camera phone its tough to make out what a debacle these clowns were causing. Lots of cursing, middle fingers, stupid Rollins M-V-P chants and what not. The very bottom of Philadelphian society on display in our nations capital.
Not that I have a problem with heckling or being a drunk dickhead at a baseball game. But 1) fuck Philadelphia and 2) it was poor form. They were basically taking advantage of the pathetic crowds the Nationals draw. Not that Shea is a particularly intimidating stadium but you really couldn't get away with that shit anywhere else. Maybe in Florida, but then these slobs would have had to sell their time shares in Wildwood, NJ for airfare.
And I'm also bitter that I was too big of a pussy to pretend to be a Philly fan and get pictures with the the whole clan, especially the shirtless, stomach tatoo'd ringleader who probably has the most depressing life of anyone I've ever had the chance to meet. Oh well, I can still find plenty of slapdicks who spend 40% of their monthly income on sports jersey at Redskins games.
Friday, September 21, 2007
I'll take it
heres what 5 on the final countdown would have been.
it's a jack handy bit. go to hell phillies.
it's a jack handy bit. go to hell phillies.
bloody kisses
finally updated the final countdown as a result of Wednesday's win. Planned on using it a week ago. It's from Type O Negative T-shirt. It supposed to be what Braves fans should do because theyre team was supposed to be so far out of it. Now... shit i dunno, maybe its not the best pic for Mets fans right now. god motherfucking dammit.
Wednesday, September 19, 2007
'Shea Stadium' not sweating it
Lets see how stupidly pseudonymed GMDB'er Shea Stadium is dealing with the Mets slump while over on the peninsular nation of Korea.
Joe seems to be coping just fine.
Joe seems to be coping just fine.
Tuesday, September 18, 2007
So can you believe how much I am in heaven?
Pedro says if he gets hurt again it's "Hasta la vista madrefuckers!"
That's great Pedro, I need to think about you getting hurt right now like I need a prostate exam from a crab person. Well thanks but no thanks Petey, I'd rather think about you riding around on a motorcycle killing the dick out of anything that gets in your way with a pump action smith & wesson.
I wrote this over on Avenue on how else I am coping. I love Amazin Avenue, especially how you can write whatever you want on the side and it looks like you're part of a legit mets blog, as opposed to this turd.
Anyway, screw Pedro's Arnold quote, this one is way awesomer: "It is as satisfying to me as coming is — you know, as having sex with a woman and coming. So can you believe how much I am in heaven? I am, like, getting the feeling of coming in the gym. I'm getting the feeling of coming at home. I'm getting the feeling of coming backstage when I pump up. When I pose out in front of 5,000 people I get the same feeling. So I'm coming day and night."
That's great Pedro, I need to think about you getting hurt right now like I need a prostate exam from a crab person. Well thanks but no thanks Petey, I'd rather think about you riding around on a motorcycle killing the dick out of anything that gets in your way with a pump action smith & wesson.
I wrote this over on Avenue on how else I am coping. I love Amazin Avenue, especially how you can write whatever you want on the side and it looks like you're part of a legit mets blog, as opposed to this turd.
Anyway, screw Pedro's Arnold quote, this one is way awesomer: "It is as satisfying to me as coming is — you know, as having sex with a woman and coming. So can you believe how much I am in heaven? I am, like, getting the feeling of coming in the gym. I'm getting the feeling of coming at home. I'm getting the feeling of coming backstage when I pump up. When I pose out in front of 5,000 people I get the same feeling. So I'm coming day and night."
Friday, September 14, 2007
Arts and farts and crafts
The Braves recent decent into crapitude and the Phils' emergence as a legitimate adversary in the last couple years is heralding a new order in the NL East. With it, several questions arise regarding to whom among rivals and how Mets fan should apply their hatred. Luckily for me, my reservoir of hatred is vast and nearly unlimited. My malice and indignation is doled out where appropriate (die Atlantards, die Philasmellphians). Mere contempt and pity is reserved for less formidable opponents (ie the sad sacks in SoFla and the Federal City).
Obviously, Atlanta remains my P.E. #1. But should current trends continue, might they be knocked of their perch atop my pillar of scorn? Not likely. At least not for a while. So does that mean that i can't get pumped up for the the upcoming series and the chance to bury Phillies and send their Divisional Championship aspiration directly to hell?
Fuck no.
J-Roll, Burrell et al can eat shit and die. If I had artistic talent beyond the realm of MS Paint I would create works of art like my man Sal Iovine all god damn day.
Obviously, Atlanta remains my P.E. #1. But should current trends continue, might they be knocked of their perch atop my pillar of scorn? Not likely. At least not for a while. So does that mean that i can't get pumped up for the the upcoming series and the chance to bury Phillies and send their Divisional Championship aspiration directly to hell?
Fuck no.
J-Roll, Burrell et al can eat shit and die. If I had artistic talent beyond the realm of MS Paint I would create works of art like my man Sal Iovine all god damn day.
Look at that masterpiece. The man is a genius. If I had art in my house it would like this. Not some Ansel Adams photograph of snow on a tree or whatever. What do you want to see in your house when you come home, some fucking Yak hanging out by a waterfall or this:
I hope Wilpon is commissioning this virtuoso to paint some murals in the new CitiField, I truly do.
Thursday, September 13, 2007
Two steps closer to oblivion
By taking the series 2-1 (evening the season series at 9-9) the Mets drop the Braves Magic Elimination number down to 8. Neither the Metsies nor Bravos play today so that number will stand until late Friday night.
That's Mega Man in the picture for # eight, though you may know him as Rockman. The dude is dressed up because he's at a concert called Video Games Live, where a symphony orchestra plays a bunch of music from video games. Funny story behind the picture: I saw that guy in costume when I caught the Video Games Live show at the Kennedy Center. You don't think that's funny? Try telling someone you saw a symphony of video game music with Mega Man. They will laugh in your face. Trust me.
That's Mega Man in the picture for # eight, though you may know him as Rockman. The dude is dressed up because he's at a concert called Video Games Live, where a symphony orchestra plays a bunch of music from video games. Funny story behind the picture: I saw that guy in costume when I caught the Video Games Live show at the Kennedy Center. You don't think that's funny? Try telling someone you saw a symphony of video game music with Mega Man. They will laugh in your face. Trust me.
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