Monday, October 17, 2005

Thoughts on being one pitch away from the World-Frickin'-Series and then Losing It When Albert Pujols, the Personification of Every Person or Thing That Prevents Me From Achieving My Dreams, and Who Looks A Lot Like "The Rock," Knocks the Sh*t Out of the Ball and Sends Us to St. Louis for Game Six

Aw, hell.

 10:58 PM

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