Monday, June 8, 2009

My appologies in advance.

We have vowed to ourselves not to turn this blog into an "anti-Yankee" one, but sweet fancy Jesus that new stadium is a giant heap of sh*t. Balls leave that place faster than an Arod/Jeter bender after last call. Last night the mighty Johnny Damon hit a pop fly to right, put his head down in shame as he self-loathed his way to first (as only baseball players can do in that 'woe is me' sort of way) and then ended up rounding all the bases because the ball got caught up in some sort of jet stream that runs itself through The Stadium during every Yankee at bat. Giant propeller fans? All Yankee fans breathing sighs of relief at the same time because they are finally winning games this year? Personally, I think it has to do with the space time continuum and that my friends is beyond us all.

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