Fman99

So, let me get this straight. I can sexually assault my mailbox?

Audio only, Josh and Howie on XM, thanks to the old WPIX/FIOS two holey pounding I take in Syracuse every year.

Ugly mug, good hands. She's like Vic Power, only with a vagina.

1-2-3 for Bobby P!

GIVE EM THE HEATER, RICKY

MUFFIE

Josh Edgin gets it done. Stupid Heyward slides into first and it doesn't help him any.

Swan Swan H wrote: Frayed Knot wrote: Should I ask, btw, what makes this game the Roman Polanski rubber game? The Mets offense is out to abuse a Minor. HIYO

I don't like to use profanity, or hate speech, or anything, but fuck Shawn Marcum, this guy sucks a truck full of cocks.

Hey, new guy. Swing the fuckin bat.

You can lobby but they usually won't let you, uh, park your vehicle, in Brown Town. Wait, what are we talking about?

Edgy MD wrote: Maybe, like getting Mike Torrez after Gooden and Darling in 1984 or maybe Bob Shaw after Seaver and Koosman, but sometimes vet guys find themselves too. I'm counting on it, anyhow. The guy turned in one of the most remarkable relief outings in the team's history last week. Somebody's got to fill a hole until other rooks make their marks. Might as well be him. That all sounds well and good until you watch him drop a big dumpola on the mound.

Put it in the books!

This is the money...

Edgy MD wrote: Talk about the breaks. If Valvaro kicks that ball to a fielder, we're in the bottom of the inning with Aardsma or somebody and hanging on by the skin of our teeth. Gary Cohen, clearly stalking the CPF, makes this exact point right before they go to commercial. HI GARY!

Lagares with the ribbie and more shoddy D by the Braves OF.

Wow, colossally bad defense there by Atlanta. Thanks for the freebie.

John Cougar Lunchbucket wrote: He's an absolute dream! She's looking (Mc)fly right there. I would take her to the "Enchantment Under My Pants" dance, let me tell you.

KABOOM!

I agree with everyone. Bob Costas can go fuck a tiny inflatable doll with realistic crevices.

Napped for the first seven innings and then caught the best part of the game.

FBoy and I will be in town on Saturday 6/29 on a bus junket with Syracuse U. alum. Looking forward to meeting up with some of you all for beers and baseball that day.

Well that sucked a suitcase full of dicks.

Mr. Met is the best. And I can tell you why, specifically. Two years ago Fboy and I made the long drive down to Citi Field for a late April Mets/Dodgers matinee. The day was made memorable mostly because of the awful late April weather (high winds, cheap seats, winter coats and hats, etc.) and because I got to meet Kong and share a beer with him in the upper deck. And the fact that Fboy was wearing a fully immersive Spiderman winter hat and got a nice reaction out of several older Mets fan patrons at the park that day. It turns out, when you show up in NYC dressed as Spiderman, the locals feel safer and they let you know this. Fboy thought this was the greatest thing. Well, the second greatest thing. What made the day most memorable for Fboy and I was Mr. Met. We arrived fairly early, giving ourselves a chance to take in the new Mets HOF/museum, and were leisurely making our way up the escalators in the Jackie Gleason/Chiles Rotunda. The stadium was heavily underpopulated at that moment, maybe 12:15 on a cold windy weekday. As we are being carried up the escalator, we hear a distinct banging noise against the glass in the walkway above us. And we look up, in tandem, and there he is, in all his ball-headed glory. Mr. Met. Hamming it up and waving to get our attention. Fboy and I lit right up. Mr. Met could have kept walking on his way to some luxury box, or a smoke break or whatever Mr. Met does when no one's looking. The fact that he stopped to get our attention to give us a wave and a thumbs up made us feel like kin. That's a big league mascot move, right there.