Wednesday, May 24, 2006

Game 44: A Heaping Helping of HATE

Final Score:

Boston Red Sox 6, New York Yankees 8

Some people I have less-than-love for right now

Randy Johnson. Because he’s a tall, nut job, hick who can’t admit he’s lost it. And he SOMEHOW got the win out of this debacle.

Matt Clement. Not because of his awful performance (4.1 innings, 9 H, 8 R, 4 BB, 4 K) but because he is a total wuss. The rest of this pitching staff has the BALLZ it takes to get out of the jams they make for themselves. EVEN FOULKE can come around after a bad performance. But put a little heat on Clement and he wilts like pansy. How Arroyo got traded and this wimpy little head case gets the ball every 5th day is beyond me.

Kelly Stinnett. Because he’s a fat tub that couldn’t get out of the way of an inside pitch and that's how he got his RBI. And he looks like Curly from the Three Stooges.

Dustin Mohr. Because if Coco was here he would be an alternate in Kansas City… or busing tables. It’s his call.

Terence Long. Because he falls into the “Totally sucked until I came to the Yankees” category. Tony Clark says “hi,” you hump.

Rudy Seanez. Because he didn’t suck (he pitched quite well, actually) and made it impossible for me to make fun of him. Jerk.

Wily Mo Pena. Because HOW COULD YOU NOT SCORE FROM THIRD ON THAT PASSED BALL????? Stinnett had to take a freaking bus to get to that thing! That ball was closer to the two homers Manny hit than to home plate. Run Forest, run!

Mariano Rivera. Because 9 times out of 10 you might as well make the end of the game an inning sooner.

David Ortiz. Because you had 4 K tonight. Because the bases were loaded and nobody scored. Because you ALWAYS hit that pitch off Farnsworth. Because you got my hopes up. Because this is one of the few times I’ll remember you letting me down.

Thursday. Because there’s no Red Sox game, so I have to think about this for another 24 hours.