HAPPY MOTHER'S DAY, FOLLOWERS!!!!! What did you get for your mother? Chocolates? Tampons? I almost bought mine a triple bypass today after Hamels' little fiasco called the 5th inning.
Colesy scraped the win today off the bottom of Shane Victiorino's cleats against the less sophisticated Braves in a situation known in baseball as the "close call". Watching Co-co some days is just like watching my newborn after a big feed; you know so serious shit is gonna happen. Staff contributor Scott and I were speaking over that goofy facebook chat and both came up with the same nuclear meltdown analogy stated in the stupid title of today's clog. That's not a good thing, Followers. A walked pitcher, 2 singles,
Killer efforts by Durbin, Jose, Jose Quite Contreras, Lidge and the wind for ending the night cleanly. Fucking genius work there. No love or hits lost.
End Result: Phils 5-3. Not a bad show, men. Let's give it to em where you shouldn't be playing baseball, the Rockie Fucking Mountains. Ricky Fucking Jordan say hell yeah!
Tomorrow is the big day for unveiling my video tour of the National Library of Australia!!!!! I took some photos of creeps I see everyday as a primer for tomorrow's illustrious premier. I seriously was flanked today:
I look forward and see this guy lickin' chops. He's probably reading the clog and trying to remember if his girlfriend's size is 000 or 00.
I look right and I am faced with an extra from the George Clooney Batman movie. This guy usually shows up later in the day after all the seats are taken and is left pacing around the computers with his "Hey, I'm horny for boy pussy would someone please hurry the fuck up" look on his face.
This chap just looks scared, like the moshi-moster on the monitor will come and gobble him up. Either that or he knows he's gonna get caught on day.
I bounce. Until tomorrow, Followers, fuck new york and love the woman who shat you out!