Dear baseball gods,
We are sorry for whatever we did to offend thee. Was it something Pete Rose said? Perhaps thee are disgusted with the way Junior lets everything drop in front of him (except for that vintage Junior catch last night. Did that make Webgems?) Maybe thee are pissed off by the Jay Bruce Abuse going on in AAA? (Although that wouldn't explain the years of poor West Coast trips.)
We humbly offer thee this chicken as a sacrifice and pray to you to remove the West Coast Curse which has plagued our team for many moons. Please show mercy on Mr. Redlegs' soul and allow us to not make the fielding or baserunning errors that have made the Reds look like a Little League team over the past two games (no offense to Little Leaguers). Lift the brain impediment which causes Dusty to bat Adam Dunn low in the order, play Patterson, Freel, and Hairston in the same lineup, and keep Corey Patterson on this team while Jay Bruce grows bitter with his .366/.394/.365, 10 HR, 8 SB, 32 R, and 37 RBI down on the farm. Make the Hatred Dodgers, led by The Evil Jeff Kent, run in circles around balls the Reds hit. Oh mighty gods, please spare us from this curse!
(The idiots in that video must be future Darwin Award winners.)
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