NLCS Game Six...

Friends,

You know, I have a friend who wants to run Yadi Molina over with his car. He has for some time. Every time I'd watch a game with him he'd say, "God, I want to hit him with my car." Now, I do not advocate violence against people, it's not very mustachely, and my friend would never hurt that stocky Molina boy, but after Yadi threw the ball into center field when trying to throw out a guy stealing second (and it was on a pitch-out too for fuck's sake), I have to say the anger did stir, and my car keys were looking mighty vehicular manslaughtery. But, then I realized all the other wasted opportunties (Scott Rolen, I'm looking at you) and the fact that Braden Looper should be blamed too, so I calmed down and decided not to do anything except drink a couple more beers and pray for tomorrow.

So, Baseball God, New York has so much, so very much what with the Yankees and these here Metropolitans. That's about $400 million in baseball players. StL...we're just a touch north of 90 mil....now that's meek. How abouts you let the ole Cardinals win in Game Seven, whaddya say? You don't owe Cardinalnation anything. I mean, you did allow Juan Encarnacion to put up Jacque Jones type numbers, and we appreciate that because Juan is capable of putting up Lew Ford like numbers. But, how about it, for old times sake?

I still believe they can win. I still do. Why? We got Suppan pitching, who was just inducted into BOMM immortality, pitching against a defiler of Christ in Oliver Perez (he's a lefty). And then there this:

I have no fear.

VIVA EL BIRDOS Y VIVA EL MUSTACHE!