I . . . I am . . . alive

Oh sure you all thought you you'd gotten rid of me, of course. Well you will soon enough, anyway. For now I need to torture you all just a few more times before you really make sure I can't "blog" again. You could go the easy route and break my wrists but then I'd just use the Mark DeRosa-approved Dragon NaturallySpeaking speech recognition software cuz it's like I always say every friggin game and practice, "Mark DeRosa is such a naughty naughty boy."

I want to say now that I hope Saturday's date with the Beers is a potential mine of tasty gems to write about because I'm not coming up with much about the Brians win. I mean, I could write too much about the three double plays and Bobby's great outing but at it certain point it becomes gross fanfic so if you don't mind too much, please give me a great game in two days. I beg you. This is . . . all I have left. I have nothing without it.

Hey also, don't come waltzing in expecting to all play the hero. The Beers just beat the News (handily) and were spraying balls (uh, yeah sorry) all over the frickin field. AND last time they beat the News then played us afterward we got our asses beat. So show some respect.

Last thing: I want everyone to make BC feel incredibly ashamed for breaking a bat he didn't buy and refusing to replace it. Boo him, throw rotten fruit or like, discarded and/or wet sunflower seed shells at him (the kind that stick annoyingly and for too long to just off your lip), hiss in his direction, shit I don't care but come on. I know none of you would do that, right?? Good boys.

NEXT GAME

SATURDAY 13 MAY

VS

OAKLAND BEERS

Crocker 12 Noon