The Tampa Bay Rays busted out the whooping sticks at the big stadium in the Bronx today, and basically just shit all over the Yankees 64th Annual Old Timers Day festivities. Hey Tampa, guess what? If you haven't already heard, we are mourning the death of a loved one. Can you not completely ruin the only day of the year we can see the ONLY acceptable gathering of old people in one place that doesn't involve the Country Kitchen Baffet? On a serious note, I love Old Timers day. The fans love it, the players-past and present love it, and its just such an awesome Yankee tradition. The kind of moment where you see what greatness looks like. The faces that you see come back to dawn the pinstripes again for that one special summer day each year.
Yada Yada Yada the day was fucking ruined!
Burnett once again showed me that he still thinks he's trying out to be a home run derby pitcher for next years All-Star game in Arizona. Um A.J. what's good bro? I got a good idea. Why don't you stop worrying about cooking up your little whip cream pies for walk off wins and start worrying about DOING YOUR JOB! Yanks are gonna need Burnett badly in the future. The writing is on the wall. He's got to start doing his job or I'm going to hook his nipple rings up to an electric fence and zap it out of his gagger packing ass.
Bright Spot: Big Tex hit a nice dinger in the losing effort, but it wasn't quite into his "Terrace." Thanks for being on the Mark...Teixeria.
-Dbl-A
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