This week’s coming cartoon is going to stink (especially for Cleveland), but after that, no more baseball talk for a while around these parts.
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October 29th, 2007 at 9:56 am
How dare you bite the hand of the city that gave you its first Free Weekly Newspaper exposure!
(Although if you admit that Beckett is kind of an enormous douchebag that’ll take the sting out a bit.)
October 29th, 2007 at 11:13 am
What did Beckett do? Besides the fact that he gets paid a shitload of money to throw a ball.
And don’t worry, the coming cartoon has a shout-out to everyone who couldn’t give two shits about baseball.
October 30th, 2007 at 12:24 am
I don’t know, man. In between the hemp necklace, dropping the f-bomb on television, dating a country music singer and unnecessary screaming at Lofton he just struck me as a humongous douche.
October 30th, 2007 at 10:27 pm
Hmm. The hemp necklace is indefensible. But I will attempt to justify everything else.
Who but little old ladies are offended by the word “fuck?” Fuck, fuck, fuckity, fuck-a-roo.
I don’t know her music, but it’s not like Beckett was caught singing a duet with Toby Keith. Baseball players are, for the most part, kinda dumb. So are most country, pop, and B-list celebrities. I think it’s a perfect match.
Lofton’s kind of a dink too. Talking smack is fine by me, as long as it doesn’t escalate to bat-hurling, a la Tubby Clemens.