With every passing day of winter chill we draw nearer to the time of year that really matters...spring training. Before long pitchers, catchers, and some real kiss-ass players who like to make good impressions by reporting early, will start showing up in Florida for the beginning of what I hope is to be a playoff run. Patty G has upped the level of the rotation and gave us a small upgrade at 3rd, yet we're still missing some crucial arms in the bullpen. As of right now I believe this team will compete. Add a couple decent relievers to this team and we're talking challenging the Mutts for the NL East crown. I want to wave the finger signifying #1 next season, the middle digit is getting old.
Yesterday Corey did a piece on the good old days of fine looking ladies wearing hot pants around the stadium. Those days are far gone, as femi-nazis have come into power and left us chauvinist pigs (a.k.a. men) with only the hope of seeing a baseball game when we go to the park...how dare they?! Anyway, this picture shows our fuzzy green friend the Phanatic being coerced by a femi-nazi and Ronald McDonald...we always thought Ronnie floated in the same boat as David Bell, if you get my drift.
Somebody please tell your Uncle Butch, I mean Aunt Helen, to stop poking her nose in others' business.