Drinkin, Smokin, Straight West Coastin
August 5, 2011
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" Ferrari, Jaguar, Switchin 4 lanes, Top Down Screamin out, Money aint a thang"
Now I may be in the minority here, but I love west coast games. Your at the bar, having a couple of cocktails, dominating trivia per usual, then you realize around 10 local that the hottest squad in baseball is on with their mythical unicorn Cliff Lee on the hill. Not only that, they are playing the defending
chumps champs. The Phils came in hot, winners of 6 in a row romp-a-domping both the Butt Pirates and the Cockies in consecutive series. Cliff has had a couple rough outings since he perfected pitching in June. He decided that he liked pitching well again so he threw on Jermaine Dupri and Jay- Z’s “Money aint a thang”(I don’t know why, I just always picture Cliff bumpin to this in his Ford F-750 SuperDupercab pre-game…I know…I have issues) in the locker room and went out and spun another complete game shutout. Cody Ross? Go fuck yourself, golden sombrero, go ask Sandoval to get you one. Madison Bumgarner? Hunter and Big John basically just tried to one up each other by depositing that weak shit fastball of yours 30 rows deep. Orlando Cabrera? Jesus Christ have you played for every team in the league? No matter, Cliff don’t play favorites, he’s an equal opportunity dominatrix. Whats on tap for tonight? Vanimal vs. Sanchez. Get some.