The Bullshit Disaster continues.

Saturday, November 19, 2011


Clayton Kershaw was the best pitcher in the National League this year. Any old, white East Coast nostalgiacunt who thinks otherwise is a bunk bitch. And a dummy. Roy Halliday didn't win. Fuck you. Kershaw pitched for a team that had a seizure inducing shit year, a shit offense besides Matt Kemp and a shit owner who will hopefully die of syphilis before he can build anymore parking lots. We'll all miss you Frank. And most of all, no run support. Ask Hiroki Kuroda. It ended up being a promising season. For now, I don't even have to think about their bankruptcy or even more depleted offense. "No run at big names," "pay roll less than it was last year" "Kuroda might be leaving." Seems promising.
Party on, Clayton. However your kind parties. Doesn't strike me as a blunt wielding whoremonger. But he's still just a kid. His beard isn't even coming in at full force. Nature will take its course, friend.
Clayton Kershaw has risen the ranks, sky-high above the runner-up to My Favorite Christian Athlete from Texas Award. Normally I hate all of you. Except Clayton Kershaw for now. An impressive season among seasons. That beard will come in just fine. Perhaps one day, 30 wins. And a mustache.

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