
herewego2-6 wrote:So I've being mocked by a FB friend who thinks La Russa is a "genius." I've taken the opposite tack, as I have always had a strong, healthy dislike of TLR.
My case was simple, that managers - any manager - tends to get too much credit when a team is playing well. That you have to have players to really win. I was then laughed at and told I needed to read Buzz Bissinger's book.
I'm looking for more ammo, so I turn to you, my most trusted baseball advisers...even though I'm sure nothing I say will have any impact.



traderdave wrote:If that overrated bum Halladay didn't give up that run in the first inning of Game 5, we wouldn't even be having this discussion.

traderdave wrote:If that overrated bum Halladay didn't give up that run in the first inning of Game 5, we wouldn't even be having this discussion.

Aaron Rowand’s wanker cousin James Shields





Woody wrote:the guy is a genius troll





Wizlah wrote:I mean really, fuck's sake. Just thinking of that fuckbag in the dugout, and when things were going his way he couldn't even crack a fucking smile. He's beating the best rotation in fucking baseball, and he doesn't smile. Not fucking once. I don't believe in god, but if I did, you'da thought that the deity in question would have leant down, gently squeezed what passes for a fucking heart in him and whispered quietly in his ear 'hey. dipstick. I set this whole earth+humanity gig up so you could, you know, ENJOY FUCKING MOMENTS LIKE THESE'.
Actually, the more I think of it, his fucking mealy-mouthed fucking misery in the face of success is in fact clear proof that there is no god, or at least, not one that gives one little fucking morsel of a whit for the activities of humanity.
TRL is walking proof that life is entirely random. He's the vinegary shitebag exception to the rule that you should appreciate fucking beauty when you see it, because when you're gone tony, when you are fucking worms and dirt in the damp earth, sprinkled only by whatever geriatric spray of urine I can manage, once a year every fucking year that I could do it until I FUCKING DIE, you don't get to appreciate it any more. There's no fucking gray matter, just decaying fucking sludge. Nothing left in there to go I fucking managed a team which beat ROY FUCKING HALLADAY 1-0.
He's a fucking disgrace of a human being, a walking reminder of how you can fucking waste an existence in this uncertain fucking universe.



Aaron Rowand’s wanker cousin James Shields

