These fucking pieces of shit lost to this fucking piece of shit.

Brett Myers is a punk bitch who punched his wife and sucks at pitching. Especially this year playing for the worst team in the league Houston Astros. We'll see who has the worst record in a month or so. Motherfucking shit. This blog is drowning in redundancies and its ability to suck is an honest reflection of this shit situation that won't end. Brett Myers punches women. I was hoping he would get beaten in the parking lot or at least run over, humiliatingly by a Mini Cooper or something, over and over. But until then, he gets a lot of money and held the Dodgers to four hits. Fuck him. And them.
Yo, Dodgers, you all lost to this piece of shit. How does that feel?

Dee Gordon is tight. Brian Sabean can eat fifty three dicks. Life is sad and slow.

Well here we are. After the road trip. When you play ok sometimes but still lose half your games, you end up remaining several games out of first. There is still good pitching sometimes that goes nowhere, run support sometimes, losses to shitty teams, almost winning against good teams, ultimately when you don't find ways to win, you are a loser. That last sentence was simple and stupid and sounded like something some screaming redfaced ex-relief pitching future sexual assaulter over at ESPN would say. The big leagues. It makes me sick to say shit like it but then again it makes me sick to have an ounce of hope inside this sickening season. What a fucking waste. While the young dudes are coming in and making a case for the future, the veterans (in their late 20s) who are having great seasons, especially Matt Kemp, will be somewhere else soon and then we can rebuild forever. Dee Gordon is tight. I hope he keeps it up. There is still no offensive threat at at least three positions all the time. It's stupid. Fuck it. I wanted to write about baseball fueled by the feigned hope that it can leave you with during a long summer on the grind. But instead I'm left pulling out my mustache with pliers like with the rest of 'em. Nothing more to say about it. I'll still be smoking hashblunts, screaming words out the window once in awhile, summertime now. Work and words and weed. The only ascension remains inside my mind.

Offense. Runners on base who came around to score. Runs. More than one. For consecutive games. Yeah, I don't know what happened either. If you were drunk on Sunday at The Ravine and it felt like you were dreaming passed out on a stranger's lawn walking home, with so many runs across the plate in one day or maybe you found yourself late Tuesday night mind suspended in the strange and distant world of a three game winning streak, with the hopeful assistance of psychedelic dope, it was probably a nice break in the interminably monotonous chain of shit play that your Los Angeles Dodgers have been living in the last two months(and since last summer at least.)
The following evening, they were held scoreless by a winless Jimenez with his earned run average coming in at five. Then, a day off before taking it to the mean and formerly important streets of Cincinnati, beginning a daunting road trip with their shitty line-up, their frustrated starters and the youthful emergency crew of young relievers in tact. These relievers have been touted all week because...they're isn't much else to tout about. (James Loney hit his 2nd home run? McCourt makes payroll?) I hope these kids hang in there, I don't really hate any of them yet. Maybe Rubby De La Rosa can play catcher too.
We'll see if they continue this offensive surge or else lose 2 to 1 the next ten games. Every time they strand runners and pull hamstrings will erase any notion that there was any impulse of positivity in the first place.
But the chaotic wheels of fate could always turn in their favor, however doubtful we are on the outside looking in. A decent road trip, staying afloat in a shit division, anything new, exciting or not resembling the way they've played as a team thus far would be galvanizing as fuck. We'll see on June 12th.
The next few games will be potentially annoying, on top of all the other shit going on in your life. Let's not get ahead of ourselves here, or...