Now THAT is worth dangling from the West End Bridge for. (OMG, you guys, and you know who I’m looking at, PLEASE STOP TAKING EVERYTHING I WRITE SO SERIOUSLY! Damn anarchists, go bother a capitalist pig for a change and leave me alone.)
Oh, yeah, by the way, that stench of rotting, decaying, putrefied flesh coming from the North Side is surprisingly not un-showered hippies, but is from none other than our Buccos of Suckitude, miserably crawling hand and knee through the barren desert that is the last of the baseball season, carrying on their shoulders the weight of a .373 record and the worst stretch of games (3-22) since 1890. No, I didn’t invert any numbers. Not 1980, not 1908 .. EIGHTEEN NINETY.
It’s almost comical.
“It always looks bad when you’re not scoring and the other team’s scoring [a bunch],” Russell said.
Also, why do you suppose they put “a bunch” in brackets? Me? I like to believe it’s because John Russell said, “It always looks bad when you’re not scoring and the other team’s scoring a shitload of mothereffin’ runs.”