|I'm going to the stadium tomorrow to paint this picture in the clubhouse
The Yankees have lost 6 in a row, and with the exception of last night, when the offense was apparently taking a the day off to soothe their surely callused hands, the blame can be placed directly on the pitching consortium.
I really have nothing to say about this mess, other than to assure you all that I have my fingers firmly crossed for the prompt return of our injured troops (from the DL, I mean... oh, and the actual U.S. troops too, I guess.) and for a sizable check to be sent to the home of Mr. Roger Clemens as bribery for his 2007 service in the Bronx. Short of a pitching overhaul by means of magical injury cures, a cloned Clemens or two, or a stroke of random good luck a la 2005 Aaron Small, I fear our only hope is for the offense to ratchet it up another notch - - no more sleep, no more days off, no more eating even, just 24 hours a day of studying pitching tapes and practicing their swings.
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