Friday, October 05, 2007


I know that I am nothing but a worthless, pathetic Mets fan and therefore have no business whatsoever poking fun at ANY playoff team, so I will try my hardest to stick to the facts and refrain from any excess humor or sarcasm.

With that in mind, here it is plain and simple:

The hopes of the 2007 season, and more importantly the future direction of the greatest sports franchise in history all rests in the hands of Mr. Mercenary, the Rocket roger Clemens.

While it's true that Roger could pitch the game of the century and lead the Bombers to victory, or the bats could simply pound the Tribe into submission only for the club to fall short in games 4 or 5, but that's hardly important now. This is what Roger was brought in here for, this is the game that is supposed to justify the ridiculous salary and Suzyn Waldman's even more ridiculous reaction to his arrival.

Sunday can't come fast enough!

1 comment:

DeadBeat Dad said...

Maybe Torre can go back to the Mets...he's got an amazin' record under his belt.

He's probably tired of Steinbrenner breathing down his neck. I'll bet he just needs a change of scenery. He can bring A-Rod with him, and everything will be fine