Last night while enjoying a cold beer with a friend in a local drinking establishment I saw something I didn’t quite like on TV. It was a baseball play they showed over and over. I don’t know or care about the names of the teams but a runner was coming into home and the catcher gets into his stance, catches the ball, and turns to block the runner,……….and gets nailed. Big time and he loses the ball. Then, then he lays there like a wounded Dennis Rodman until his team mates show up to help him walk back to the dugout. They showed both sides screaming after that. About what I don’t know because the sound was down. But the pussy catcher and his pussy teammates were probably bitching about how hard he was hit. Fuck that. That’s baseball. They have gone all no-tolerance on batters hit with pitches and now there is going to be a stink about this for sure. Fuck that. Sure he got jacked in the neck and face, but this is professional sports. Professional fucking sports for goodness sake. Get up and shake it off. The only reason he is bitching and claiming to be a wounded pussy is that he dropped the ball. If he would have held on, he would have jumped up and down like the hero he would have been. He could have been missing and arm and his nose and he would have worn it like a badge of honor. Instead he his crying because his opponent did exactly what he was supposed to do. He knocked the ball out of his hands. The catcher plants him self so the base is not even visible the only thing he can do is knock the fuck out of you. Some times you’re the windshield, sometimes you’re the bug. Deal with it.
So we will see how it pans out. But if they try and call unnecessary roughness or some shit every time this happens I will be one pissed off Mother Fucker. I can tell you that.
Tuesday, June 07, 2005
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