She Tweets, They Fuck, He Loses and Wins
I’m surprised @KateUpton took time away from fucking @JustinVerlander long enough to tweet about being the only one *allowed* to fuck him. But from their hiatus, a new thread topic is born…..
Is there a problem with the CY voting process? Maybe making the voters list off 5 pitchers is the problem. I mean, guys like Tanaka and Happ had decent years but should they be getting votes?
The other question is the number of writers who get to vote. Maybe 30 isn’t enough. Maybe they shouldn’t be writers. Or add managers?
I don’t have the answer and I’m really not that interested in the topic. Now I’m starting to wonder if she was tweeting during and THROUGH all the fucking?
So maybe they never stopped fucking?
Mind = Blown…..
And of course it is now time for some solid gold from our potato-peelin’ pal.
Merry Christmas to all the Flapzoners. Looking out my Northwoods window there is a sea of white flocking on the lilac bushes and the ash and apple trees. Sky is a light grey. A few lazy flakes are taking their good ol time establishing a landing-pattern. It’s nine above zero outdoors. Dogs are out on an Oouffspedition, running free around the countryside. Outdoor cats are coping after breakfast and will get some treats later. Couple of the housecats got put out, one cause he wanted out and the other to chill. Woodstove is keeping the house cozy. Breakfast was cake and icecream with hazlenut coffee. Cuppa tea and a clementine next the keyboard. Ready for a lazy day, mostly indoors.
Basking in the warm afterglow of the WS win. Last evening, driving home from a birthday party for aunt Mary Christine, her 91st, a Queen tape was playing. As i neared the driveway “WE ARE THE CHAMPIONS” was pounding outta the speakers of the ol’ pickup, distinguished by its hacker axe poised in the left front stakehole, with steel grainscoop snowshovel nearby and the 1976 Huskvarna-65 chainsaw perched between a couple small logs and some ballast rocks towards the rear.
Ahh, country living. Late afternoon lunch/supper will, according to current hankering, likely be venison-based spaghetti, with onions and jalapenos from the garden ~ or maybe, if ambition strikes, it will be based on some very nice looking scallops purchased at an old-fashioned butchershop only 25 miles from home. But the laziness may overcome the fascination, as i have zero experience in preparing scallop dishes.
Back to the woodcarving in a few minutes. Flavor, i haven’t forgotten about the ‘One Flap Down’ piece. Creative types are not as reliable as most folks. The right mood has to hit at the correct time. Will know it when it happens. Thanx again, for all the energy you have put into this site, Craig. Really did dig the “Area 51” hook for the countdown to stage one of the next SF championship.