Brand Loyalty
Dice-K. All season, just like others, I've defended him. "Hey the balls in Japan are different! Give him a break" "Different climate! He'll find his groove!" "Yeah, but, when he's on, he's ON!"
After last night's game, all of us hype-hounds have licked all those bones clean. If Dice-K threw a gyro-ball, it was purely a cosmic coincidence. Most of his wins have come from mid to late game rallies that the offense pulled off long after he was pulled out. Dice K sucks, and there's no more candy coating it.
Eric Gagne sucks. There's really no suck factor capable of comparing anything else to that sucks, because no one or nothing sucks as bad as him. The only thing close is a 1978 Buick Estate Wagon with the dealer installed diesel conversion to combat the gas crisis.
Schilling? He's had his moments in between tearing a fat muscle here and there, and hitting the Early-Bird special at Denny's.
Who's up next? Wakefield? The knuckleball? Not a great season for him either. Hopefully Francona puts Beckett in once, possibly twice more in this series.
Dice-K is a blubbering little bitch.
Supposedly, he was seen after the game sitting on a locker room bench with his head buried in his hands. He would look up occasionally, but only to shake his head and then put it right back down.
Don't get down on Wake man; he had a good season. Tied the most wins he's ever had in a season with 17 (last one was back in '98).
Gagne. I will no longer accentuate his last name; it's Gag-knee from now on. Sadly, the name Byung-Hyun Kim comes to mind when I see his fat ass approaching the mound. "Well, here comes about 4 or 5 runs."
Now, it is Dicey's rookie season (there's a fitting nickname), so I'm prone to giving him a little bit of a break. But this is the fucking ALCS. No breaks, just breaking balls (figuratively and literally).
