I love the look on Wilson’ face when he see Nate (the freaking Great) catch that. BEST.
Posted 1 year ago
❝ You know what? Fuck Purple Row. Fuck them and their goat ass.
Fans are delusional. We all are. Every fan of every team overvalue their own prospects, players, and make excuses for their teams. The difference with Rainbow Line is their unabashed sense of entitlement with regards to their team; that 20 game winning streaks are the norm and unforeseen outcomes of defeat are never a reflection of quality, but rather reflection of randomness within the game. The Rockies were in a virtual tie for the division with 12 games to play. Was it luck that doomed their season? was it fate that derailed their championship parade? No. It was a collection of strong willed, steel bending, bullet deflecting, thunder eating and lightning crapping men of destiny that went into the lion’s den and ripped their guts out, leaving a trail of devastation, a wake of destruction, if you will. A pitching staff, dipped in the river of styx and forged in mount doom, left no prisoners as they rampaged through the National League west in the final weeks on its way to everlasting glory. It was every bit about skill and determination as it was about randomness and chance. They call it “luck”, I call it “Savage Beatings.” As the calendar turn from 2010 to 2011, the Orange and Black are national champions, ready to once again march onto the battlefield and defend its title. They can lament the wounds of 2010 and the what ifs, the maybes, and the should have beens. We have the pennant, the ring, the trophy and the flag, and it will fly in centerfield of the house that Lord Barry Lamar Bonds built for an eternity. We beat their ass last year, we’ll beat their ass again this year. Get ready for the balls of Madison Bumgarner, larger than the statue of liberty, to crush their hopes for another year. The shot gun wielding, cantaloupe eating, panda riding ninja is still lurking in the woods, ready to pounce at a moment’s notice. Barry Zito is still in the distance, still caressing the water buffalo, with film ready to roll. Bring it, my purple child. This is our world, you are just living in it.
Fans are delusional. We all are. Every fan of every team overvalue their own prospects, players, and make excuses for their teams. The difference with Rainbow Line is their unabashed sense of entitlement with regards to their team; that 20 game winning streaks are the norm and unforeseen outcomes of defeat are never a reflection of quality, but rather reflection of randomness within the game. The Rockies were in a virtual tie for the division with 12 games to play. Was it luck that doomed their season? was it fate that derailed their championship parade? No. It was a collection of strong willed, steel bending, bullet deflecting, thunder eating and lightning crapping men of destiny that went into the lion’s den and ripped their guts out, leaving a trail of devastation, a wake of destruction, if you will. A pitching staff, dipped in the river of styx and forged in mount doom, left no prisoners as they rampaged through the National League west in the final weeks on its way to everlasting glory. It was every bit about skill and determination as it was about randomness and chance. They call it “luck”, I call it “Savage Beatings.” As the calendar turn from 2010 to 2011, the Orange and Black are national champions, ready to once again march onto the battlefield and defend its title. They can lament the wounds of 2010 and the what ifs, the maybes, and the should have beens. We have the pennant, the ring, the trophy and the flag, and it will fly in centerfield of the house that Lord Barry Lamar Bonds built for an eternity. We beat their ass last year, we’ll beat their ass again this year. Get ready for the balls of Madison Bumgarner, larger than the statue of liberty, to crush their hopes for another year. The shot gun wielding, cantaloupe eating, panda riding ninja is still lurking in the woods, ready to pounce at a moment’s notice. Barry Zito is still in the distance, still caressing the water buffalo, with film ready to roll. Bring it, my purple child. This is our world, you are just living in it.
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