I call your collective attention to the fact that I commented, cogently and succinctly, on Slobbering Ozzie’s detached twitching lizard’s tail of a tirade in Houston in my report on the Feesh victory over the ‘Stros on the Tuesday morning “And That Happened.” Craig is late, as usual, on matters Feeshy. Old Greasy Vulva Lips replied with his usual gracelessness and foul temper to a perfectly reasonable provocation by a spawrtswriter – I mean, what does he expect, that he’s going to be treated with amnesiac deference on this issue by the spawrts press? Gimme a break. His idiotic comments on Castro are going to haunt his tenure as fleet admiral of Feesh like Raskolnikov’s dreams of a hatchet for as long as it takes him to implode again as inevitably as the Reelfoot fault zone is going to justify Albert Pujols’ getting out of town ahead of the next geological götterdämmerung. All he did by uncorking his superfund site of a vocabulary again is show the curious just where the slip/strike zones of his alleged mind are. It’ll be like poking a sleeping hyena with a cattle prod anytime they want to set him off for their own entertainment – and you can bet it won’t be long until they do it again.

And if Ozzie and Sam Jackson ever did get into a round table discussion…about….well anything…i think the word fuck would even have to break it up and tell em they are beating a dead horse

Given that this is Ozzie we’re talking about, shouldn’t the headline just say “Guillen asked about Castro”?

actually…..

But that interferes with the reality you’ve constructed for yourself, so, the rest of us will indulge you and ignore that fact.

“Ah yes, good evening my darling. How are you, sweetheart? Let us share a glass of cognac and embrace under the stars. The moon is as warm as your skin tonight. Let us ponder how lucky in love we are, yes?”