It's Javy time, people... fan and foes alike... my mother still loves me, so.... that's one at least i'm sure of... my wife i'm not so sure of though... even she's been leaving roy oswalt posters in her wake around the house... i mean, i open up the fridge and there's oswalt on the rack instead of my protein shakes... makes me kind of wonder, but there's no time for doubt now, now... i've got a national league lineup to peddle my wares to... look out mets... ok... i'm about to take the mound...hell, even i think they should switch jeter and gardner in the lineup... poor gardner...
he's done it all, but they're giving him the shaft again... jeter's one of the class number two hitters in the history of the game, i mean — as much so That his number is 2, duh... all right, here i go...
pray for me... let's see what i got besides a sock full of mierda so far...
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