Sunday, December 12, 2004


He's ours. (Warning, comics fans: baseball link.)


El Duque said...


Stop wasting your time with Yankees. Nobody cares. Nobody.

You want to know how much I care, Superfrankenstein? I'll tell you how much I care: I wouldn't ponder that miserable franchise for the heartbeat of a weasel (380 per second), unless it were a story describing how each trustee of the swallow-challenged 2004 team was hauled from his home, attached testicularly to a 1950's shock therapy machine and asked to play "Trivial Pursuit: Gitmo Edition." That's the story I would read, Superfrankenstein.

The Yankees are lucky to be playing in the American League, and not the Justice League.

Superfrankenstein said...

El Duque,

You tell that to Lou Gehrig's widow.

I dare you. Look her in the eye and tell her that.


El Duque said...


Lou Gehrig's widow wouldn't squat to pee on Kevin Brown if he were shrieking in flames.

And by the way, someday he will be shrieking in flames. Oh yes. For all eternity.

Superfrankenstein said...

Remember, when the Yankees acquire someone, they have to purge a member of the 2004 team. That's got to count for something.