Off Seasons Are the Kick In the Balls

The real imbalance of baseball is the Off Season.

That's when money matters: on paper.

Newspaper you read every morning hoping desperately for news on who's in, who's out, trade rumours, free agent signings on page four:

In certain cities, there is no off season. The team sucked last year. There were no 162 games because none of them mattered. Loss is Loss. And Loss is loss after loss after loss.

The offseason are franchises that stand against the wall for execution as some junior high dance waiting to be ignorant and hoping not to be mocked.

Will Milwaukee re-sign Gary Sheffield? Fuck no. How could they?

So imagine yourself a stinking Brewers fan and you've got Bud Selig underpants and Bud Selig dishwashing liquid in your house and you've got no fucking hope that there will be improvement. Bud Selig to daughter, for example, is a precedent of bad decision making and why the hopes of Brewers fans are like a spreading rot.

Hey! What's going on in the Devil Rays camp these days?

Yup. Big fucking excitement. Heart attacks. Lou Piniella farts at charity dinner for corpses and doesn't apologise immediately! No one wants Son of Bitch Ben Grieve who can't hit nepotism pussy if it hit HIM in the face first.

Puke him out in bloody chunks-like stomach cancer or miscarriages into the toilet .

There's you're fucking off season.

No Fucking Hope

And no Fucking Hope for the future.

Some cities gets hope and somes gets losers, naive, bloodless servility.

Kill.

Win Hope!

Defeat envy!


(just checking if anyone was reading)