Posts Tagged ‘LA Dodgers’

There’s really nothing less attractive than Fergie. First she pisses her pants on stage and I give her the benefit of the doubt that the piss came from a vagina. Now this? An explicitly testicular cockgrab?

What’s next, Lady GaGa is a hermaphrodite?

Via Unstructed

I was under the impression that the green jerseys the Dodgers wear on St. Patty’s Day were intended to symbolize what the players’ complexions look like a few hours after the game, and fifteen car-bombs deep–maybe not for Chad Billingsley and Clayton Kershaw but definitely for Joe Beimel (I’m gonna miss your 2am hand mangling barroom brawls buddy), however I stand corrected by die hard Dodger fan, Alyssa Milano, who explained on her blog that the 1937 Brooklyn Dodgers wore green jerseys similar to the replicas seen here for the entire season–an abysmal season they might as well have been drunk for.

So what does this all mean?

They ditched green and went blue after finishing in 6th place, 33 and-a-half games behind crosstown rivals the New York Giants.

And, that it’s St. Patrick’s Day and you should be out drinking in honor of a country that (historians may disagree with me) turned all their potatoes into liquor, got pants shittingly drunk for 90 days, and once all the potato vodka was consumed, suffered from a year-and-a-half long hangover called the potato famine–pretty neat.

Dodger Centerfielder and pitcher’s best friend, Andruw Jones, effectively transformed the way Dodger baseball is played just by showing up to the ballpark, overweight and with a severe case of niggaitis (we don’t make this stuff up). The Dodger Centerfielder is batting an impressively hot .365 – for strikeouts, K’ing slightly twice as often as he gets hits, but just half as often as he, weighing in at 240 lbs, heads to the concession stands for Farmer John’s own Dodger Dogs.

Jones admits, “I love home games. When I’m home, I go for the Super Dodger Dog because it’s 20% larger,” like his average, which is 20% lower than any pitcher in the National League.

Skipper Joe Torre playfully admits, “He loves those dogs, and we figure that if his batting average increases at the rate his waist line has been, the NL West pennant will be ours by mid september or next summer,” clearly the same logic Dodger mastermind Ned Colletti(and other dealmakers come, and for good reason, gone) turn to when making important trade decisions.

Nicolette Sheridan made an appearance at Chavez Ravine and Jones was all eyes (and 35% body fat). The Desperate Housewife, now not just sexually desperate, but desperate for ratings, flexed her muscles with great definition – something Jones hasn’t seen since his rookie season in 1996.