(We now take you live to the legendary El Compadre in Hollywood for this urgent update)
Hey Fernando, how about this? If the mariachis will allow me, I'm going to do their take on "The Godfather." That all right by you?
Haha! Eso esta bien por mi, el brinco.
You know, for the past month, you've heard a lot of junk about our team. After the all star game we had a kind of fade going on. It was like getting Steve Sax to figure out how to put fucking bologna on a piece of bread. And there's Jim Tracy, a former Dodger manager...got respect for him. But you all know they couldn't catch us. Speaking of Tracy, his old team, sad sack Pirates came in and we swept them. That's what we do.
Eso segundo juego fue cercano.
Yeah, I know. But you can't possibly think I gave them a fucking chance, do you? You'd be bored too, especially when you gotta play the fucking Pirates when you know where you're going.
La serie grande esta fin de semana.
It always is when the Giants come to town...and we'd better be pumped. I know our energy level will be up for those guys. Then, it's back to playing the pits of the world before the end of the season. Just how it is...hell, I remember one time in 1985...all those fucking Reds thought they had the division, and we took it. Same kind of shit. Hey, here's our waiter! This looks great! Yeah, two more flaming margaritas.
Comamos!
OK, time for lunch...you guys leave me alone. You know how important food is to me. Boys, get out there and make it happen!
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There are no words for that photo. I can't stop looking at it.
This is the greatest thing to happen to this blog.
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