And so do we.
Time to get out your urine stick and twizzle it to the sky. Looks like its going to be another Dodger vomit fest this year.
The team is off to a putrid start led by the shameful hitting of $18 Million dollar Tubbo Andruw Jones and his smirky brand of the Canabis munchies. This fucking guy is so fat he makes me look fucking fat. Wait, I mean...this fucking guy is so fat he makes me look like I'm a fat ass. Or something like that.
The amount of money that Dodger GM, the toup'ed tiny el Wapo Ned Colletti, has spent on broken down and fucked up fuck ups like Jason Schmidt, Juan Pierre (I like 'em though, I do) and especially fat and fucked up fuck up Jones, defies description.
But the McCourts are the robber barons of the moment. This nightmare will not end until they pack and leave town. And that won't happen anytime soon.
All of this is karma for the greed of this ownership. The horror of no spring training. The moral of the story is: don't go to fucking China.
What an embarrasment to our fair city. What a terrible thing to be a Dodger fan. An organization that has changed seats on the Titanic over and over and over. Until the bloated "All you can eaters" in the right field pavillion stay home and douse themselves with Farmer John, there will be what we have here.
Maybe Vinny is the leprachaun causing all of this nonsense. But its time for it to end.
Brooklyn meet LA. There is no difference.