You see him, don't you? Admit it! You do! That's right, you see him!!!
His name is Jim Leyland. And if the Pirates' front office wasn't comprised entirely of the dippiest dipshits who ever dipped shit, I wouldn't be in Los Angeles watching the Pirates blow a lead [and chunks] in the bottom of the 9th at Chavez Ravine, while the Tigers' manager [see above] is working on leading his team back to the playoffs. For the second year in a row. After being in last friggin' place. I wouldn't be doing that, now would I?
No, no. I wouldn't.
I wouldn't be watching the Dodgers kick the Pirates' asses in the bottom of the 10th, with a walk off GRAND SLAM!!!
Way to go, braniacs. Quit your jobs. Please. For the sake of one of the oldest sports franchises in history. Pretty please. With crappy decision-making on top. [Or make that, "on the bottom." Of the division. Morons.]
....whew!... that felt good...
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Hey, I'm going to watch the Pirates play in Pittsburgh this Friday. At least that's the plan. Would you like me to scream anything incoherently at the organization? Maybe I should bring a home made sign?
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