Wednesday, May 13, 2009

I Hate the Angels Bullpen

This is like that part of the movie where the a-holes are getting over on your heroes. Like when Jeremy Piven and his crew were kicked out of the Pit by David Spade in PCU. But good lord, can we get to the happy ending soon? The one where Boston's team plane crashes in the Andes and the team is forced to love on David Ortiz's back fat?

7 comments:

The Hatriot said...

I agree. It's too early to worry about the rotation. They'll be fine. The line up will only get stronger with Vlade's return, as well. It's definitely not too early about the bully, which has been getting lit up like a pinball machine every time they take the hill. As for this:
the team is forced to love on David Ortiz's back fatWorst. Porn spec script. EVAR.
My verification word is "verop" which is the sound I made when I threw up in my mouth just now.

Bain said...

"the one where Boston's team plane crashes in the Andes and the team is forced to love on David Ortiz's back fat?"Uh, not to detract from another typo that would have Freud choking on his stogie, but that Uruguayan rugby team ate the dead bodies, they didn't fuck them.

Carry on...

THN said...

Pun intended. I read that and thought it worked better that way.

Bain said...

Uh huh.

THN said...

And judging from the way Papelbon behaves on the mound, I think he would prefer it that way, too.

The Hatriot said...

I did making a spelling error. I meant to go full snark and spell it "EVAH!!!!11111!"

Anonymous said...

Matt Palmer came up with the obvious solution - retire the last 19 Blosox Douchebags for a complete game. Get used to that statistic, Angel fans. Mike Scioscia is old enough to remember when relievers were called into games because the starter was tired, not because it was part of a bullpen formula where you automatically trotted out your set-up men and closer. Not to go off on a rant or anything, but this (the closer) is one baseball evolutionary mutation that has taken a huge portion of ammo away from arm chair managers to use in second-guessing the skipper. Used to be (yes, when bell-bottoms were hip the first time around) that managers had an actual decision to make when taking out their starter (roll famous anthem by The Clash). Anyone remember Gene Mauch pulling Mike Witt in 1986? Thought so. The automatic bringing-in of the closer got him off the hook... sort of.

Of course an added bonus leaving your starter in to complete a well-thrown game against the Blosox is a nice way to keep Mr. Face-I'd-Like-To-Punch-The-Most off the mound and more importantly off my teevee screen. Is it just me, or does his pre-delivery sneer look like he's preparing to blow a camel?

EK