For the first three rounds of my ff league, i drafted LaDainian "Tommy" Tomlinson, Steven Jackson, and Ryan Grant. Sounds like a sweet stable of running backs, eh? A foundation to build on as yards are accumulated and TD's horded? Like greedy, greedy underpants gnomes? Well, the funny thing is, THEY ALL SUCK THROUGH TWO WEEKS! Want to know who my best back is thus far? The Darkness, Jerious Norwood, who's been collecting moss on my bench with kyle orton and deion branch's corpse. Week One was a tease between Tommy and Grant: both rushed for 90+ yards and no TD's. They were due, right? Bollocks to those two C U Nest Tuesdays! They ran for a COMBINED 46 yards (26 by tommy, 20 by grant)! AGAINST THE LIONS AND CHARGERS!!!
Steve Jackson did okay, considering the fact that the Rams will never hold a lead and he might score 3 td's all season. Kurt Warner came through, though. Y'know, save for the fact he threw all 3 TD's to Anquan Boldin...who was on my opponent's team.
And then there was Jon Kitna. I benched Green Bay's D in favor of New England this week, because, y'know, NE played the Jets (and Favre isn't that good, will hunting) and i felt like the lions would be efficient in their passing prowess. I looked pretty smart for doing so, until the bloody fourth quarter when Kitna found my sundae and blasted ferocious hot brown stew all over it. Three INT's in the fourth? Really? To my benched D? REALLY? FOR TOUCHDOWNS THAT BENEFITED THE AFOREMENTIONED DEFENSE WHILE IN REAL LIFE COSTING MY HOMETOWN TEAM A WIN?????!?!?!?!?
/seizure
(wakes up in blue vomit)
(looks around)
(sees, Jon Kitna, sitting on a potted plant, grimacing, makes eye contact)
Me: You son of a bitch...
Kitna: Bluh?
Me: What happened to the running attack? The one that would have eaten all the clock time?
Kitna: --grunts--
Me: THE RUN THAT WAS RE-COMMITTED TO?! SO THAT WHEN THERE WAS LESS THAN 20 SECONDS ON THE CLOCK A FIELD GOAL WOULD HAVE BEEN KICKED AND YOU WOULDN'T COST ME POINTS AND YOU WOULD'VE BEATEN THE PA...
/seizure
(Kitna stands over my unconscious body. licks my hair)
** fin **
...seriously, though. I should not have lost this week. My team owes me.
Tuesday, September 16, 2008
Friday, September 12, 2008
Ryan Braun is Taint....ed
Remember last year, when Ryan Braun burst onto the scene like a stomach spawn from "Alien"? He was ridiculous, absolutely riDIRKulous, and in just 113 games, 451 at bats, he put up these numbers:
91 R, 146 H, 26 2b, 6 3b, 34 hr, 94 rbi, .370 obp, .634 slg, and an absolutely disgusting 1.004 ops.
Essentially, he could have gone up to bat weidling his donkey sausage and walloped a double into the gap and he could have used his butt cheeks to waddle into second. He arguably could have won the NL MVP last year (well, between Holliday and Rollins, he could have finished 3-5...but I digress). He was APESHIT. This year his statline is reminiscent of his final line last year...except right now he has played in 23 more games with almost 100 more ab's. How about his last ten games, to better contextualize his 2008 stats?
36 ab's, 2 R, 6 H, 0 2b, 0 3b, 0 hr, 0 rbi, a drop of .006 in obp, a drop of .067 in slg, and a drop of .043 in ops.
It's like he's going up to the dish with Johnny Estrada's penis and trying to bunt. I mean, come on! He's batting .225 in september! Gah. Would you like to know how he did last september?
27 R, 32 H, 6 2b, 1 3b, 9 hr, 29 rbi, .308 avg.
"Ryan Braun." Whatever. Let the Royals reliever keep the name, it's too righteous for a gimped, retarded, long-nosed, dick-jiggling, kitten-rapist! Let's call him Taintface! Yeah! Taintface!
I hate you, Taintface. You are like a throbbing, veiny, seeping boil on the asscrack of a vagrant. A vagrant who just ran two blocks in Key West to dive into a pile of rooster shit. I am livid with this guy's performance right now. I hope real Brewer fans are having kittens about this crap. Oh my gosh.
Insert Weiner Here.
***
On the bright side, the Lions are still terrible. Oh wait.
***
Vince Young is not insane, he just doesn't like to be booed.
Let's hope he never gets traded. Or learns how to be a real quarterback.
Between this scenario and Matt Leinart's, doesn't it seem like NFL teams should be doing a much better job drafting and cultivating quarterbacks? These are two guys who were given a system in college that suited their games perfectly, in addition to ridiculous talent surrounding them. They also got to destroy the competition in college because college football is chock full of players who are the best at their schools, not the best in the country necessarily. Sometimes it's a matter of who the fastest wheelchair racer is in the Special Olympics - Michael Johnson could still outrun the fastest bastard there.
Shoot, this brings back flashes of David Carr, Ryan Leaf, and even Alex Smith currently. It's disgusting! These qb's are thrown into the fire, left to be destroyed, all the while trying to sort out the fact that in college they were gods and in the NFL they are gangrene on Travis Henry's ballsack. That can devastate their confidence, and when your subconscious is against you, you're not going to succeed at anything, let alone quarterbacking and NFL franchise.
And if they really are a product of a system? That should be entirely more evident, like in the cases of Troy Smith, Danny Wuerffel, and Heath Schuler. These guys were good, even great qb's in college, but NFL teams knew better (eep. scratch the Schuler reference. The Redskins apparently think college success translates seamlessly into NFL success. Ask Desmond Howard) and avoided pinning their hopes on these people.
Why do GM's fall prey to this? And why do coaches throw all their eggs in one basket right away? One could hypothesize that the coaches pull the trigger so early because they hope these qb's can revolutionize their teams and buy them a few more years on the job. Or maybe the gm's and coaches are under durress from pressure dropping down via the owner. All these factors probably predicate the issue of young quarterback failure. It's sad, really.
But there's still hope! Some teams actually make conscientious efforts towards cultivating their young talent! Carson Palmer wasn't allowed to look at a football until a full year had passed since his draft day. Phil Rivers waited. Jay Cutler waited. And, although it's probably premature, Aaron Rodgers paid his dues and waited for his overrated, worthless, idiotic, short-sited predecessor to skip town because some team offered him a case of Wild Turkey, and he looked pretty good against a very good defense.
I dunno. I just hope teams wise up. I hate praying every night for Drew Stanton to pan out. Blech.
"Hey kids! U-member me?"
91 R, 146 H, 26 2b, 6 3b, 34 hr, 94 rbi, .370 obp, .634 slg, and an absolutely disgusting 1.004 ops.
Essentially, he could have gone up to bat weidling his donkey sausage and walloped a double into the gap and he could have used his butt cheeks to waddle into second. He arguably could have won the NL MVP last year (well, between Holliday and Rollins, he could have finished 3-5...but I digress). He was APESHIT. This year his statline is reminiscent of his final line last year...except right now he has played in 23 more games with almost 100 more ab's. How about his last ten games, to better contextualize his 2008 stats?
36 ab's, 2 R, 6 H, 0 2b, 0 3b, 0 hr, 0 rbi, a drop of .006 in obp, a drop of .067 in slg, and a drop of .043 in ops.
It's like he's going up to the dish with Johnny Estrada's penis and trying to bunt. I mean, come on! He's batting .225 in september! Gah. Would you like to know how he did last september?
27 R, 32 H, 6 2b, 1 3b, 9 hr, 29 rbi, .308 avg.
"Ryan Braun." Whatever. Let the Royals reliever keep the name, it's too righteous for a gimped, retarded, long-nosed, dick-jiggling, kitten-rapist! Let's call him Taintface! Yeah! Taintface!
I hate you, Taintface. You are like a throbbing, veiny, seeping boil on the asscrack of a vagrant. A vagrant who just ran two blocks in Key West to dive into a pile of rooster shit. I am livid with this guy's performance right now. I hope real Brewer fans are having kittens about this crap. Oh my gosh.
Insert Weiner Here.
***
On the bright side, the Lions are still terrible. Oh wait.
***
Vince Young is not insane, he just doesn't like to be booed.
Let's hope he never gets traded. Or learns how to be a real quarterback.
Between this scenario and Matt Leinart's, doesn't it seem like NFL teams should be doing a much better job drafting and cultivating quarterbacks? These are two guys who were given a system in college that suited their games perfectly, in addition to ridiculous talent surrounding them. They also got to destroy the competition in college because college football is chock full of players who are the best at their schools, not the best in the country necessarily. Sometimes it's a matter of who the fastest wheelchair racer is in the Special Olympics - Michael Johnson could still outrun the fastest bastard there.
Shoot, this brings back flashes of David Carr, Ryan Leaf, and even Alex Smith currently. It's disgusting! These qb's are thrown into the fire, left to be destroyed, all the while trying to sort out the fact that in college they were gods and in the NFL they are gangrene on Travis Henry's ballsack. That can devastate their confidence, and when your subconscious is against you, you're not going to succeed at anything, let alone quarterbacking and NFL franchise.
And if they really are a product of a system? That should be entirely more evident, like in the cases of Troy Smith, Danny Wuerffel, and Heath Schuler. These guys were good, even great qb's in college, but NFL teams knew better (eep. scratch the Schuler reference. The Redskins apparently think college success translates seamlessly into NFL success. Ask Desmond Howard) and avoided pinning their hopes on these people.
Why do GM's fall prey to this? And why do coaches throw all their eggs in one basket right away? One could hypothesize that the coaches pull the trigger so early because they hope these qb's can revolutionize their teams and buy them a few more years on the job. Or maybe the gm's and coaches are under durress from pressure dropping down via the owner. All these factors probably predicate the issue of young quarterback failure. It's sad, really.
But there's still hope! Some teams actually make conscientious efforts towards cultivating their young talent! Carson Palmer wasn't allowed to look at a football until a full year had passed since his draft day. Phil Rivers waited. Jay Cutler waited. And, although it's probably premature, Aaron Rodgers paid his dues and waited for his overrated, worthless, idiotic, short-sited predecessor to skip town because some team offered him a case of Wild Turkey, and he looked pretty good against a very good defense.
I dunno. I just hope teams wise up. I hate praying every night for Drew Stanton to pan out. Blech.
"Hey kids! U-member me?"
Wednesday, September 10, 2008
I will not mention Tom Brady
Oliver Perez stood by his locker after his team rallied late to give him a no decision, saving him a devastating loss. He sighed and breathed deeply into his microphone, contemplating the right words to say, the right way to convey the relief and the euphoria he felt after being let off the hook. He wouldn't be responsible for a slip up in the Mets' charging towards their division crown in Aught Eight.
He looked at the microphone, tightened his grip. His eyes, red-rimmed and weary, closed slowly. Then he lowered his giant, gaping monkey face on top of the mike and started sucking away like Rich Garces trying to extricate the last bit of Slurpee from his Big Gulp. It wasn't a microphone at all; it was David Wright succulent penis.
Oliver Perez, who has been a revelation the last month and a half as a waiver pick up for my fantasy team, biffed it against the Washington Nationals (!!!) last night, and instead of accruing the loss he deserved his stupid, ball-twiddling teammates bailed him out with a three-run sixth inning. I wish those bastards would've just lost. I don't care about the no decision! What feeling does that leave me with! It wasn't a win like I needed, so I wanted everyone involved to suffer!
GAHHHHHH
On the plus side, waiver whore Randy Wolf gots me a much needed winsy poo. What a guy!
***
On the injury front for NFL, Marques Colston will be out for 4 to 6 weeks with a thumb injury that required surgery. That leaves the door open for Devery Henderson, David Patten, and Robert Meachem to fight over who gets a first-row seat to watching Jeremy Shockey and Reggie Bush catch all of Drew Brees' passes.
It's kinda sad, really; the same guy in my league that owned Tom Brady (nutsack, I mentioned him) and Chris Johnson also owned Colston. This dude's team is Team Madden Cover. Absolutely ridiculous, man.
***
Erik Bedard is throwing still. For no good reason. I hope his fetus goes to hell.
***
Fantasy pickup for this weekend: Antwaan Randle-El. He's like poor man's old version of Nate Burleson.
What's up with injuries this season? Good lord.
He looked at the microphone, tightened his grip. His eyes, red-rimmed and weary, closed slowly. Then he lowered his giant, gaping monkey face on top of the mike and started sucking away like Rich Garces trying to extricate the last bit of Slurpee from his Big Gulp. It wasn't a microphone at all; it was David Wright succulent penis.
Oliver Perez, who has been a revelation the last month and a half as a waiver pick up for my fantasy team, biffed it against the Washington Nationals (!!!) last night, and instead of accruing the loss he deserved his stupid, ball-twiddling teammates bailed him out with a three-run sixth inning. I wish those bastards would've just lost. I don't care about the no decision! What feeling does that leave me with! It wasn't a win like I needed, so I wanted everyone involved to suffer!
GAHHHHHH
On the plus side, waiver whore Randy Wolf gots me a much needed winsy poo. What a guy!
***
On the injury front for NFL, Marques Colston will be out for 4 to 6 weeks with a thumb injury that required surgery. That leaves the door open for Devery Henderson, David Patten, and Robert Meachem to fight over who gets a first-row seat to watching Jeremy Shockey and Reggie Bush catch all of Drew Brees' passes.
It's kinda sad, really; the same guy in my league that owned Tom Brady (nutsack, I mentioned him) and Chris Johnson also owned Colston. This dude's team is Team Madden Cover. Absolutely ridiculous, man.
***
Erik Bedard is throwing still. For no good reason. I hope his fetus goes to hell.
***
Fantasy pickup for this weekend: Antwaan Randle-El. He's like poor man's old version of Nate Burleson.
What's up with injuries this season? Good lord.
Wednesday, August 13, 2008
Go Aaron Rogers Go II
Another edition of Go Aaron Rogers Go can only mean one thing: I’m sick of a sports story.
This particular story has been gaining steam for months, and it’s becoming a “whenever I turn on the tv, something alludes to this story” type of dealie – worse than the Brett Favreervverere thing. Brettski was only confined to sporting channels and the occasional snippet in the Free Press or Detroit News. This story dominates headlines. At the risk of sounding unpatriotic, I am awfully sick of hearing about Michael Phelps.
Yeah, I know, I’m a communist. I hate America, apple pie, and freedom. Amurrica? No thank you! Moar Monarchy laced with tyranny, plz! ZOMG!
No, seriously, this Phelps thing is getting out of hand. To start with, it’s the Olympics; we don’t give a crap about these people for roughly three and a half out of every four years. Secondly, these games are filled with asinine competitions (tandem diving? Really?) that only serve to make events like swimming appear to be far greater than they are.
Not to knock swimming, because Lord knows I couldn’t even fathom the depths to which these athletes push themselves (ROFLMAO DOUBLE PUN), and it’s just plain grueling, but all you’re doing is plowing through water to get from one side of the pool to another. That’s it, except sometimes you do it in a different way. Can you imagine if they incorporated styles of running into the Olympics? Like if there were 3 different types of 100M dashes? The goofy run, the backwards run, and the real run?
To laud someone for swimming better than anyone else in the world, why not give props to the person who can dance the longest? To the best knife-juggler? Tangent. Anyway. Phelps. Being the toast of the Olympics is like being the most interesting person in first grade: yeah, you’re the best, but everything about first grade sucks. Even you, secretly. Suxors. I don’t care that you dominate at swimming. I don’t care to hear about how Amurrica rules vicariously through your swimming. The Olympics are dumb, media saturation pertaining to Olympics are dumb, apparently Phelps is a douchebag in the real world, and this story makes me want to suck a bulldog’s ass.
***
On an unrelated note, Ryan Braun better get his back in order soon. I (and the Brewers, I guess) need that chump to start smashing.
Tuesday, August 12, 2008
What Was Once Justin Verlander...
Okay, so once upon a time i defended Justin Verlander. I said he couldn't actually be bad, couldn't legitimately perform poorly on the mound. I came to his defense at the start of the season and said that he, Justin Brooks Verlander, would snap out of the malaise that consumed him. Guess what? Justin "Dickballs" Verlander loves dicks and balls. He loves to cradle them like a newborn, to purse his sweaty lips and lower himself slowly, tantalizingly, on top of the man-meat.
Justin Verlander is bad at baseball, and subsequently should mail out monetary reparations for all the poor saps who believed in his potential and acquired him para fantasy. And then he should nail his 1) pitching hand, 2) limp dick, 3) stupid horseface to a shed and be pelted with monkey turds.
Can he be this bad, this frustrating? YES. Statistical backing? YEEEEES!
Dude's ERA for the season: 4.77. ERA for August alone? 8.25!! His WHIP is 1.50 for the month to boot! His groundball/flyball ratio right now is 1.00, compared to freaking 1.22 in '96. He just set a new personal high for intentional walks with 7 (previous high: 3)! This is the WORST. STRETCH. OF. HIS. CAREER. and that's not even taking into account how craptastic he's been save a 6 game stretch from June 22 to July 20.
Look, I know the dude's been the recipient of a dumptruck full of luck; he lost one game a month last year. One game a month! But GEEZ, man. I'm having trouble conveying all this because I am so full of blind, pulsating rage. This man is not just farting in the open mouths of his fantasy owners, but he's crapping the bed for the Tigers as well. How much different would the season have gone if he was the funk-stopping, opponent-stifling, game-changing ace he has the potential to be?
Again, unfair for me to heap all sorts of blame for the Tigers' miserable season on Dickballs and not the inconsistent lineup, horrible trade for the cadaver that was once Edgar Renteria, and the prolonged cranky-injuredness of the ghost of Gary Sheffield, but it's very convenient.
And I guess I shouldn't be upset because I received Dickballs and Corey Hart for Carlos Lee and Phil Hughes (Lee - out for season now, Hughes - infinitely worse than Dickballs).]
Ol' Dickballs legitimately cannot figure out what to do with this spherical piece of horsehide. He used to know, but now he just wants to take a big, sloppy bite. What a C U Next Tuesday, eh?
Justin Verlander is bad at baseball, and subsequently should mail out monetary reparations for all the poor saps who believed in his potential and acquired him para fantasy. And then he should nail his 1) pitching hand, 2) limp dick, 3) stupid horseface to a shed and be pelted with monkey turds.
Can he be this bad, this frustrating? YES. Statistical backing? YEEEEES!
Dude's ERA for the season: 4.77. ERA for August alone? 8.25!! His WHIP is 1.50 for the month to boot! His groundball/flyball ratio right now is 1.00, compared to freaking 1.22 in '96. He just set a new personal high for intentional walks with 7 (previous high: 3)! This is the WORST. STRETCH. OF. HIS. CAREER. and that's not even taking into account how craptastic he's been save a 6 game stretch from June 22 to July 20.
Look, I know the dude's been the recipient of a dumptruck full of luck; he lost one game a month last year. One game a month! But GEEZ, man. I'm having trouble conveying all this because I am so full of blind, pulsating rage. This man is not just farting in the open mouths of his fantasy owners, but he's crapping the bed for the Tigers as well. How much different would the season have gone if he was the funk-stopping, opponent-stifling, game-changing ace he has the potential to be?
Again, unfair for me to heap all sorts of blame for the Tigers' miserable season on Dickballs and not the inconsistent lineup, horrible trade for the cadaver that was once Edgar Renteria, and the prolonged cranky-injuredness of the ghost of Gary Sheffield, but it's very convenient.
And I guess I shouldn't be upset because I received Dickballs and Corey Hart for Carlos Lee and Phil Hughes (Lee - out for season now, Hughes - infinitely worse than Dickballs).]
Ol' Dickballs legitimately cannot figure out what to do with this spherical piece of horsehide. He used to know, but now he just wants to take a big, sloppy bite. What a C U Next Tuesday, eh?
Monday, August 11, 2008
Holy Post Deadline Deal, Batman!
Wow, I just recently read that the Arizona Diamondbacks have acquired Adam Dunn for a box of ramen noodles. This is, to say the least, mind-altering. Dunn goes from a pretty sad-sack scenario in Cincinnati (part rebuilding, part Dusty Baker excrement) to a first place team in probably one of the most desirable locations for a professional athlete to play.
This is great for me b/c i have mark reynolds and stephen drew on my fantasy team, who should (theoretically) benefit from the addition of someone who, if he isn't walloping home runs to mexico (32 thus far, 412.1 feet avg, 16 No Doubters [hit tracker is AMAZING]), is on base almost all the time (80 walks, .370 OBP). i bet arizona resigns him to an extension and actually use him correctly (read: in the 3 or 4 slot, not buried and wasting at 5 or 6). and they won't try and make him bunt (like that dum-dum over there, Dusty).
Also, and this is disconcerting, I had sent an email to Ken (Michael "Mose Schrute" Schur) Tremendous - lots of names - with a snippet about me pining for the trade of Adam Dunn for Gary Sheffield, and what happens three hours later? A trade involving Adam Dunn. Hmmmh.
(that sentence implies two false things: 1. that I email Mr. Schur all the time 'cause he's my buddy [doesn't know who i am... i think], 2. my random hopes and dreams were based in reality re: Dunn-for-Sheffield. Anyway. Trade was huge. Donkey-sausage huge.)
This is great for me b/c i have mark reynolds and stephen drew on my fantasy team, who should (theoretically) benefit from the addition of someone who, if he isn't walloping home runs to mexico (32 thus far, 412.1 feet avg, 16 No Doubters [hit tracker is AMAZING]), is on base almost all the time (80 walks, .370 OBP). i bet arizona resigns him to an extension and actually use him correctly (read: in the 3 or 4 slot, not buried and wasting at 5 or 6). and they won't try and make him bunt (like that dum-dum over there, Dusty).
Also, and this is disconcerting, I had sent an email to Ken (Michael "Mose Schrute" Schur) Tremendous - lots of names - with a snippet about me pining for the trade of Adam Dunn for Gary Sheffield, and what happens three hours later? A trade involving Adam Dunn. Hmmmh.
(that sentence implies two false things: 1. that I email Mr. Schur all the time 'cause he's my buddy [doesn't know who i am... i think], 2. my random hopes and dreams were based in reality re: Dunn-for-Sheffield. Anyway. Trade was huge. Donkey-sausage huge.)
From the Dept. of Nonsense and Ball-Sucking
So, re: Ryan Dumpster.
When things don’t make sense I tend to get frustrated with bewilderment, kind of like when you throw a capuchin into an open desktop pc – feces everywhere and maniacal screaming. That’s how I feel about this Ryan Dempster nonsense going on right now.
“What the capital F is wrong with Ryan Dempster,” I hear you ask, “He’s the court jester of baseball! He’s Canadian! He plays for America’s sweethearts!” Oh, really.
- There are plenty of baseball people funnier than he (just can’t think of them right now…sue me, it’s early). Doing a Harry Carey impression = funny? Nope.
- So are hockey players, but that doesn’t mean everyone loves them. Know who else was Canadian? Hitler. Okay, maybe not… but Ben Johnson was!
- The Cubs aren’t a real baseball team, and they only have, like, 9 real fans. They’re a stereotype of a successful, tragic, star-crossed franchise.
So, Ryan Dempster nonsense? He’s Cy Young incarnate, apparently. The Cliff Lee of the National League, if you will. Check out his stats this year, and let’s compare them to, let’s say, his previous three best seasons.
2008 – 12-5, 150.7 IP, 133 K’s, 59 BB, 2.93 ERA, 1.15 WHIP, 15 QS
2000 – 14-10, 226.1 IP, 209 K’s, 97 BB, 3.66 ERA, 1.35 WHIP, 20 QS
2001 – 15-12, 211.3 IP, 171 K’s, 112 BB, 4.94 EA, 1.56 WHIP, 19 QS
2005 – 5-3 (33 SV), 92 IP, 89 K’s, 49 BB, 3.13 ERA, 1.43 WHIP
Notice anything funny? Could it be that HE’S NOT AS GOOD AS HIS STATS INDICATE THIS YEAR? This is absolutely baffling how all the regular pitchers this year who are supposed to be good aren’t really, and this choad can turn in a season like this for no apparent reason. And the Cubs are just riding him right now into contention. I mean really, his WHIP and walks all tell a different story of his past! He had to be converted into a relief pitcher at one point! Having a 3.13 ERA as a closer is like having a 4.70 ERA as a starter! I DIDN’T EVEN DISPLAY HIS BAD SEASONS! GET HIM OFF THE HGH!
Do I have it out for the Cubs and for Ryan Dempster? Well, as someone who owns Erik Bedard and has watched Aaron Harang, Bronson Arroyo, Greg Maddux, Matt Cain, Jeff Francis, Tom Gorzelanny, and Brett Myers all struggle and suck, I can tell you this is maddening. It’s like everything I’ve hoped and believed in is suddenly rendered moot. What's next, Ben McDonald, Justin Thompson, and Todd Van Poppel coming back and contending for the Cy Young for the Rockies?
(I’d be so much angrier if not for Cliffy. You can keep defying odds, buddy. Dempster can suck Rich Harden’s balls)
How can you NOT hate him right now? ryan dempster is a DUMBTARD
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