Boston, MA – As a general rule, because of their overall lack of importance to our every day lives, we rarely talk about sports around here. That’s why we remain committed to the topics that really matter, such as Meat Pounders in the News and Hollywood gossip. Now, if you want to talk about Fantasy Football, Red and I are all ears/fingers. However, even though we were both outstanding baseball players in our own right, we have completely written it off because the sport simply has not evolved. For those of you that don’t know, baseball is a three hour game where grown men try to hit a ball over a fence.
I apologize to Fatboys everywhere for the title of this blog. To be fair, Beckett looks to be in pretty good shape, and it’s not his fault his fastball tops out at 91mph hour. What would you like him to do, retire and leave $17 million on the table? Please remember, while you wear your favorite players jersey and root your heart out, win the game or lose the game, these guys laugh at you behind your back and smash pussy all over your town.
That last sentence is likely the most important advice anyone could give.
Thanks if you are being serious. Actually, thanks even if you’re not.
Athletes. “It’s not about the money, it’s about the pussy and money.”
Fat fuck Popeyes eating beer drinkin red neck doucebag
For a second, I thought that was an old clip of Manny Ramirez…
Josh Beckett’s wife is lying on the beach. A lifeguard approaches her
and says, “Excuse me ma’am, could you please leave the beach?”
The obese lady replies, “Why? What’s wrong?”
“We’ll you see,” says the lifeguard, “It’s getting pretty
late, and the tide wants to come in!”
Josh is so fat when they step on the scale it says, “No live stock please.”
I’m here all week folks, try the veal.
The tide wants to come in, Heyooooooo!!!
The press will never ask it, but I want one question answered: “Josh, who do you find hotter, surly, standoffish Boston women (LOL) or, the smoking hot beavers of Los Angeles?”