What in carnations? Wait what do flowers have to do with this? AAAGGGG I’m so mad I can’t even get my exclamatory remarks right. Rabble, Rabble, Rabble, Rabble, Rabble, Rabble, Rabble, Rabble, Rabble, Rabble, Rabble, Rabble, Rabble, Rabble, Rabble, Rabble, Rabble.I swear to all things holy and unholy, how in the hell can people take any pride in being a fan of the New York Yankees? We all know the reasons why they win, they sit back and wait for players to prove themselves in the league, become fan favorites and hometown heroes, and then offer them more money than their current team is worth. After they leave the team that made them into the players they trusted and loved, their old fans turn bitter and vengeful, booing and jeering them whenever their name is announced on the loud speaker. But what do the players care, they’re playing for the Yankees while becoming filthily rich. Of course then they are traded when they don’t hit at least 20 homeruns and a batting average of .270, whereupon they still have the pariah stamped on them from betraying the team that made them what they are.
So by now you’ve probably noticed that this post is a little different from my usual musings but we have entered playoff baseball season and I see the Yankees are up to their usual shenanigans. Right now they are playing a humble little team from the Midwest known as the Twins. Now I don’t like to play favorites but any team playing the Yankees is the team I want to win. While the Twins seem to be struggling to produce much offensively their defense in general has been top notch. It’s just too bad that the umpires seem to be on a mission to erase their hard work. Strike after strike is thrown and ball after ball is called. This indignant spectacle has happened twice now, a Yankee should have struck out on a pitch and then hits a lead gaining hit the next pitch.
Oh it is enough to make one weep, but then I remember there is no crying in baseball and of course I run for the liquor cabinet. But should we be really that surprised, this is the classic behavior found in all evil empires. They will do anything to win even if that means reshaping the rules to their own advantage. While this whole ordeal has been rather heartbreaking the worst part of all is the announcing of the games. The dialogue is filled with not so subtle favoritism towards the Yankees, and when they are not massaging the ego of the baseball giant they are filling the listener’s ears with the most senseless and pathetic dribble ever uttered in human speech. All it consists of is taking some popularized sports catchphrase and using it repeatedly at the most inopportune moments to create the illusion that they know something about the sport or about the team facing the Yankees.
Uggh I hardly know what to do with myself. Thankfully I have taken up the cooking duties for the monastery for the weekend. Nothing like the smell of my signature potato soup and fish frying to put me in a better mood. However make sure you are cooking for a large group as a surplus of food can do quite a bit of damage on the hips, they do not lie.
Back to the boiling pot, as you know if you stare hard enough it you can prevent it from boiling no matter how hot the water is, or at least that’s what I think the expression is. Bon Appetite…
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