Breaking Good

Yes yes y'all

I got one of those vibrating chair massager things for my birthday and since then I am sort of like George Costanza during his “SERENITY NOW” stage—Jon Brox blows the F out of a save and nearly ruins the Retribution Series in Philly?  Turn on the chair.  Bobby Seay (burn in hell) blows the F out of Justin Verlander’s gem costing me a fantasy win?  Turn on the chair.  Brandon Morrow blows the F out of Felix Hernandez’ gem costing me another dub?  Turn on the chair.  The chair is a gateway drug to crack I am pretty sure and you know what?  I don’t care.  I will be like that guy in Breaking Bad if this goes on any longer.

This weekend is going to freaking go off because me and Greenie are going to San Diego to surprise G Snide on his 30th birthday but I’m not worried about writing that here because a) G Snide doesn’t even go to this website (along with 99.9999999999999% of the Earth) and b) his girlfriend (who is also going) asked him what the weather down there was supposed to be like this weekend.  That’s a deal breaker, Ladies!  On the topic of deal breakers…Manny, WTF?  I just want this story to go away so we can close this long national nightmare.  Testing positive for steroids is better though, so this at least makes me feel better—if you’re going to cheat to win please be cheating for my team.