Showing posts with label yankees. Show all posts
Showing posts with label yankees. Show all posts

Thursday, February 9, 2012

Keep Your Vomit To Yourself


I'm trying to enjoy my new scent and I don't need you screwing it up with your vile liquid and chunks and...is that...did you eat licorice recently? Well whatever it is, do it in the other direction. Besides, I just spent a lot of money on my new fragrance, New York Yankees.

Oh yes, I did say that. The Yankees have packaged the essence of their team into a small glass bottle, and now I too can smell like my heroes. Nothing turns on the sewer rats, err women, like sweat, dirty jocks, and the stench that comes from having the biggest payroll, the best players and still failing to even get to the World Series. Now if that doesn't bear the socks off of Old Spice, I don't know what does!

So the Yankees marketing gurus sat down at a meeting (I could only assume that George Costanza wad present) to discuss new revenue streams. One executive says, "well we could market be jerseys. We already have them for dogs, what about for cats, or birds?" Another says, "what if we charged fans for keeping foul balls the catch?" That's when perfume boy steps up and says, "what if we had all the players take a wad of chew and they all spit into one bottle? We could make millions!"

It had to go something like that because the only other way I see this hair brained idea coming to fruition is a bottle of Jack, a whole load of blow and a few East Asian hookers. And who wants to think like that.

What's worst then bringing a bad product to market is people bring this piece of trash and dousing themselves in it. What's you goal (other then to nauseate those around you? Are you trying to get the players to notice you when you are at the game? This stuff is powerful bit it'd not enough to dampen the smell of pot from the bleachers. So why are you wearing it? The team does not run out and buy Eau de Vinny or Drakar Jamal. Don't worry ladies. The team is thinking of you too....you get (and I kid you not) "New York Yankees for Her".

The Jerk Store called. They are running out of you.

Wednesday, August 5, 2009

We'll Trade Him For a Bag of Balls...

And maybe some Ace Bandages. The him is Oliver Perez. There, I’ve now solved the problems of both of Gothom’s professional baseball teams in one fell swoop.

Look the Yankees (boo…hiss…boo) need a fifth starter for their rotation as Sergio Mitre is not getting the job done. The Mets, well they stink. Oliver Perez is certainly not helping things. So I propose a trade.

Oliver Perez to the Yankees along with his salary that is roughly equal to a decade worth of GDP for North Korea and in exchange the Yanks send the Mets a bag of new baseballs, two dozen rolls of ace bandages and throw in some ice packs for good measure.

The way I see it is that the Yanks get the pitcher they think they need to make a run into the post season and the Mets get some much needed medical supplies to help patch up their team. Oh and if you didn’t hear yet, here are the injuries in the past 24 hours:

1) Second Baseman, Luis Castillo sprained his ankle walking down the steps of the dugout yesterday while trying to “avoid a glove” that somebody had left there.

2) Today’s starting pitcher, Jonathan Neise, strained/ripped/tweaked his hamstring trying to cover first base. He took one warm up pitch after and then collapsed in pain

3) Outfielder Gary Shefield reinjured his leg. Backstory here: he had just come of the DL for a leg injury. Sounds to me like somebody came back a little early.

The more I talk about this trade the more I like it. Yes, somebody get me Steinbrener on the phone…we’ve got some wheeling and dealing to do!