OK, the following excerpt is several days old, but I don’t see why you should be penalized for my failure to c&p it promptly. Fire Joe Morgan‘s Ken Tremendous cringed at J.P. Ricciardi’s unabashed desire to populate the Toronto clubhouse with so-called “dirt bags”, and wondered if the Toronto GM really knows what he’s saying.

Saying you need more “dirtbags” on your team is like saying, “We need more skeevy dudes who will get drunk and wear tank tops and get tattoos that say ‘Born to Bone’ and listen to Nickelback and try to roofee some chicks.”

You know. Like these guys.

I am going to go ahead and recommend that the term cease to be used in a non-pejorative way. I mean, dirtbags means: dirtbags. Men of questionable moral character, who wear lots of cologne and get fake tans and spike their hair and flash gang signs at the camera when their picture is taken even though they grew up quite white-ly in Dumont, NJ and think that pec size is fucking key to getting chicks and had their most spiritual moment ever at an Everclear concert in 1998 when the ‘Clear played “Father of Mine” acoustic and it fucking rocked and they have a good buddy who’s serving 18 months for sexual assault but he was totally innocent and someday they hope to like start their own club in Miami where the music would be awesome and there’s dollar-Jaeger-shot Tuesdays and it would be fucking tiiiiiight.