I Miss Chad McGreevy

Right. Number 48 is you, you stupid ass A-Rod hater. You hate A-Rod, and I hate you more than Al Gore, but less than 47 other idiots. You are a moron and you need to stop watching baseball.
When people tell me they hate A-Rod, the argument can usually be boiled down to one of 4 standard arguments. 1) He isn't clutch. 2) He makes too much money. 3) He's a Yankee. 4) He is a spoiled little bitch.
Allow me to retort.
He isn't clutch. And you have been so clutch in your life? That's why you are tossing boxes in a truck for UPS. You really nailed that interview. And congrats on passing the drug test. Moron.
He makes too much money. I news for you, every baseball player makes too much money. That's why dad doesn't buy the family season tickets. Because he would rather live in a house than watch baseball. So since your argument can be applied to everyone in every sport, and most likely anyone with a college degree, and you don't hate everyone, then your argument is bullshit.
He's a Yankee. And? Did I miss something? What the fuck has happened to the world? There's only 1 trilogy, and it doesn't involve hobbits. And there's only one baseball team and it's the boys in pinstripes. At some point in time during my life, the world go all catywonkis and it drives me insane. There are more people who like Satan than like A-Rod and the Yanks. Something is wrong abou tthat. The Yankees are capitalism. I like capitalism. And so do you. Trust me. Bint.
He's a spoiled little bitch. I don't spend any quality time with A-Rod, so I really can't say that he's not. But I will say this, you'd be spoiled too if you had any talent aside from beating your kids. The world spoils greatness, and he is the best player in the league, and it's not even close.
In summation, go away and stop hating A-Rod. I hate you and wouldn't mind you being made into a soup, you A-Rod hater you.
Still no word on my packet. Yossarian is getting upset!
I am going to be coaching little league baseball here shortly. I am looking forward to it.
So with my new staff job comes endless amounts of meetings and briefings and bullshit. Some of it is all no windows and super secret type shit. Even that shit is useless. It does give me a chance to play sudoku in my head though.
I think I have diabetes. I gained like 20 pounds last week, and it's not all ear wax because I q-tip that shit out daily. But to gain 20 pounds when you run as much as I do and eat as little as I do is remarkable. My burps also taste like sugar. So I am sure I have diabetes. Which is fitting. My sodding brother will probably win the lottery. Bloody hell.
She watches it rain and comments about how puddles are beautiful. She smiles awkwardly and says very polite things. She runs on a treadmill and sweats, what I only imagine, tastes like heaven. She wipes the sweat off her with a pink towel, making me wish I could trade soul with that towel. She listens to her Ipod as she does aerobics and slightly mouths the chorus and moves her fingers to the verses. I watch everyday and become a little more alive. Then, her husband picks her up. She says I am bipolar. I think she may be right, but I know she is my sun.