February 08, 2005

That's No Moon...It's A Space Station

Darth Vader sans Mask

Michele and her Flightless Waterfowl Cohort are starting the trash-talk early.

Just a word of warning to all you mindless Imperial stooges out there: This is not going to help you. You can't win. If you strike us down, we shall become more powerful than you can possibly imagine.

Posted by Robert at February 8, 2005 12:19 PM

Hokey pitchers and ancient outfielders are no match for a Big Unit at your side, kid.

Posted by: michele at February 8, 2005 12:24 PM

What is it you crazy kids say on the internet? ROTFLOL?

Posted by: Robert the LB at February 8, 2005 12:26 PM

Heh, heh, heh....
You guys all thought Pedro was a prima donna? Wait'll you get a load of Boomer. Him and Schilling are gonna be taking turns saying mind-boggling dumb things to reporters, and Francona won't know what to do and he won't have the option of killing either of them! At least if the Big A-Hole (excuse me, "Unit") screws up he can be fed to the wolves in the pressbox.

Ahh, yes, Darth Boss George is a crafty one.

Posted by: TC@LeatherPenguin at February 8, 2005 12:33 PM

Theo Epstein was heard to say "It's just like shooting whom rats in Beggar's Canyon back home!"

We're not afraid. Stay on target. Stay on target.

Posted by: The Colossus at February 8, 2005 01:10 PM

That should read "whomp rats"

Posted by: The Colossus at February 8, 2005 01:10 PM

So, are the Sawx gonna try and finally win the division?

Posted by: Robert at February 8, 2005 01:22 PM

Can I hope they both lose?

Posted by: Joe R. the Unabrewer at February 8, 2005 02:29 PM
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