OK, then...

The UrClown's got himself all in a lather after Dallas McPherson, a seasoned veteran of five (5) major league at-bats, led the Angels to victory last night...

"That hot breath on El Diva's neck is the youthful fury of a certain Mr. McPherson, who looked awesome tonight. Four games in 12 isn't that much of a stretch, considering we actually have a pitching staff and defense. After a brief interval of thinking you actually had a prayer in the East, I'm back to rooting against you overfed Cowboy Monsters, and I have to say it feels far more natural."

Matt, did you notice that crumpled heap strewn across home plate for five minutes in the first inning? And how is it that Dallas' hot breath is going through Oakland's collective neck and hitting El Diva's drippy jheri curls? And aren't you 5 back in the loss column? And are you not in fact rooting against me?

I don't understand why the Sox are even on your radar. I would think you'd be more interested in winning your (more easily attainable) division. Further, I am rooting for the Angels to overtake both Oakland and the Twinkies. In my perfect world the Sox roll through Anaheim, picking the scab of '86. Then we head off to the Bronx to make right 84 years of wrong. And then finally we head of to St Louis to avenge the memories of Johnny Pesky and Jim Longborg.

Because I like (read: pity) Matt I'll be adding a new feature to the side bar: Anaheim's Magic Numbers.


What a fucking waste of time.