Bill:
Christ, seems like every couple of weeks I need to reminded what a tough friggin game this is.
Doug:
I swear it's easier to get up shit, showah, shave, and go about your business the day after a 13-0 blowout loss than it is after one of these mofo 12 inning haht breakahs.
Bill:
And, yeah, yeah, I know the fan managing the team from his or her living room couch thing can get old, but is there a single Sox fan from Bangor to Bakersfield who felt comfortable when Batshit Tavarez came into the game?
Doug:
I tell you what, if there's evah a celebrity Survivor and Tito is in your tribe, bitches need to make an alliance with him on day fucking one because he'll stick with your ass no mattah what a total fuckup losah you really are.
Bill:
Yeah you could be all losing the fishing hook and letting the fiah go out and getting lost looking for watah and Tito would be all, "Fuck, yeah, man, me and you are going to the final two!"
Doug:
I can't take an entiah summah of this. I just can't.
Bill:
Remembah back in the Spring when Tavarez went all nutjob on Joey Gathright and then we latah find out that Gathright is some sort of mofo martial arts black belt?
Doug:
How can I forget?
Bill:
Well, why couldn't Gathright have gone all Uma in Kill Bill and given him some sort of ancient Chinese secret cripple-your-ass-for-life blink and you'll miss it blow to or about the head?
Doug:
God damn those martial arts fucks and their so-called "emotional control."