Sunday, June 17, 2007

Duex-Que


El Dookie once again Mr. Hanky'd himself on the mound, giving up 6 runs in 6 innings. He and Glavine must be sharing kool-aid because they both have a horrible case of pitching diarrhea. At 9:03 pm Oklahoma time, the score is 6-0 Skanks, and The Lone Met Fan has run out of hope. Why, you ask? Because Willie told me too, that's why. Any time he trots out Schoenweis, that's Willie's way of saying, "Game over, boys". "Appreciate the lack of effort, so fudge you, we're bringing in the mops." Bill Parcell's always said that you are what your record says you are. 99% of the time he is right, but the records show the Mets as a 1st place ball club, which just is not true right now. I haven't seen a collective pounding like this since Marcellus Wallace fell into a pawn shop chasing Butch. As the Mets continue to let Chen Ming Wang Chung Shi-Shek Bai Ling look like Dizzy Dean, The Lone Met Fan signs off for tonight, along with hope of a victory, because Willie told me so.

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