Christ, look at me. Look like I haven't slept in fucking days. Feel like it, even though I've been enjoying those new Big Blue Burgers. What a shitty series against the Padres. The fucking Padres! Two wins those guys have, and they come up here...well, first those assholes injure one of our star pitchers. Then they come up here and manhandle us.
Take last night's game for example. Donny Yankees thinks Kemp is "frustrated" so he starts Skip Fucking Schumaker?! Guy's off to a worse start than Kemp! Still no solution for the Third Base and Short Stop problem. I still don't trust that Punto guy. Hey Wallach, is it POON-Toe or PUNT-o? Aw hell, it doesn't matter. He finally gets a start and goes 0 for 4 with an error. Just watching pitches go by. Sellers isn't even at .200.
Then there's last night. We finally put Cap back as a starter...Donny Yankees trying to make starters closers with all the injuries we have...and he's serving up more meatballs than I can handle. Well, more than Doc says I can have, but you guys know my capabilities. By the way, I know I'm supposed to have turkey meatballs now, but you have to tell me when they're turkey and when they're ground Italian sausage, capice?
Oh man, that means we have to start Lilly sometime next week. Well, you'll find out how far a car will run with no gas.
(Lasorda than took a long draw from a glass containing one of his award-winning wines, and stared into his wall of fame)
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