Thursday, June 16, 2005 |
Bad Enough To Suck A Golf Ball Through A Honda: Royals 9, Dodgers 6
| Radar O'Reilly's used underwear | |
| Joan Rivers nude | |
| Scott Erickson nude | |
| Ballplayers with man-titties | |
| Scott Boras, representing ballplayers with man-titties | |
| Charlie Steiner talking over the game about how he met some unimportant Yankee rookie | |
| Rick Monday and Charlie Steiner going three consecutive games and mispronouncing "Encarnacion" on every single goddamned one | |
| Steam-powered vibrators (image) |
But there is one thing the Dodgers do not suck worse than, and it is the Kansas City Royals. A sweep by the damn Royals. Frankly, I'll take Steve up on his challenge: FJT and 6-4-2 need to have a who-hates-the-Dodgers-most contest, with the winner taking the loser to an Angels game. (Offer void if the Angels start to suck worse than the Dodgers, which, given the shaky nature of the Angels, is all too likely.)
Kauffman Confidential was apparently so broken up by the win, they died and didn't leave with a benediction, or a game recap. But wherever Kevin Agee is, I'm pretty sure it's in a happier place with far less suckage. At least he won't have to live through Jim Tracy's halfhearted mandatory team conferences that ultimately do nothing as this team stumbles toward the finish line. And Scott Erickson didn't even do us the favor of putting up a ten-spot to ensure his release. Where the hell is Katie Brownell when you need her, anyway?
Third place, here we come! Go Dodgers!
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