On this solemn Monday morning, I join the editors of the New York Post, along with Mike Golic and Mike Greenberg, in expressing my considerable outrage over the dubious sartorial choice made yesterday afternoon by Cynthia Rodriguez.
Because after all, if you’ve got a message for Jorge Posada, you’re supposed to display it on the front of the shirt.
One of the other tabs had a headline like “An F-Bomb From A-Rod” which I thought was pretty damned hilarious.
Also, I can’t believe you haven’t weighed in on Scott Proctor setting his stuff on fire after Saturday’s game. The wheels are falling off this thing and with Michael Kay practically on suicide watch, I would hope you’d have more than enough material for a few yucks.
re : Fireman Scotty :
http://cstb.wpengine.com/?p=10417
though I suppose said incident was worthy of a post all by itself.
Klapisch: “But like a wave crashing onto the beach, full of sound and fury, that hot streak was all for theatrical effect.”
I always knew that ocean was just a big phony.