Jim Leyland should have just shakily stumbled to the meeting at home plate with the umpire and Bob Melvin, stinking of whiskey, cigarettes and victory and been all "Shit, Bob, you guys can have this one. I'm going back to the hotel to sleep this fucker off. Half my team is still legally drunk, so let's just call it a day, okay?"
And then Bob Melvin would have been all "Well goddamn, Jim, you're sweating whiskey and rum through your uniform. Jesus, you smell like a Polynesian whorehouse, all rum and sweat and debauchery. Go home before you have a stroke."
That's how it should have played out, but I guess the A's needed to feel a sense of pride and, well, good for them.
the A's have so little that it's like, it's ok, they can have this one
ReplyDeleteJim Leyland should have just shakily stumbled to the meeting at home plate with the umpire and Bob Melvin, stinking of whiskey, cigarettes and victory and been all "Shit, Bob, you guys can have this one. I'm going back to the hotel to sleep this fucker off. Half my team is still legally drunk, so let's just call it a day, okay?"
ReplyDeleteAnd then Bob Melvin would have been all "Well goddamn, Jim, you're sweating whiskey and rum through your uniform. Jesus, you smell like a Polynesian whorehouse, all rum and sweat and debauchery. Go home before you have a stroke."
That's how it should have played out, but I guess the A's needed to feel a sense of pride and, well, good for them.