A Two-Week Moratorium
I'm not gonna bash Vinny Castilla for two weeks. He's the reason I don't have any voice now! And a big screw you to Lance "Not the Rheal" Cormier. You dumb bastard.
I was amazed at how into the game the crowd was, from first pitch to last.
But, for now, I'm tired. See ya in the morning!
Oh, and if you heard a big, bellowing BOOOOOO every time Javier Vazquez' name was announced, that was probably me. I hate that bastard.
I was amazed at how into the game the crowd was, from first pitch to last.
But, for now, I'm tired. See ya in the morning!
Oh, and if you heard a big, bellowing BOOOOOO every time Javier Vazquez' name was announced, that was probably me. I hate that bastard.
posted by Chris Needham at
11:18 PM
5 Comments:
What would you recommend for shredded vocal chords? Also, what kind of name is Lance? Sounds like a gay porn star to me.
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Brian, at 4/15/2005 7:07 AM
As Homer Simpson once said, one of the problem with gay people is that they've taken all our good names like Lance and Bruce!
As far as the vocal chords... as a reformed heckler... lots of rest, and lots of lemony tea!
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Chris Needham, at 4/15/2005 8:34 AM
Hangover? What makes you think I'm not still drunk?
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Brian, at 4/15/2005 9:12 AM
That's one of the things that impressed me most about the game -- the crowd was really into it and aware of what was going on.
I was a little afraid it was going to be the Camden Yards country club atmosphere. At least where I was sitting, that wasn't a problem.
I'm typing out some thoughts now. Damn morning meetings.
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Chris Needham, at 4/15/2005 9:53 AM
Watching on television, it was pretty clear that the beaning was an accident. Cormier flinched when he saw the ball coming in at Castilla.
So easy on the retaliation talk -- who needs a beanball war?
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Anonymous, at 4/15/2005 5:15 PM
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