Drunk Post #2
Yeah, that’s right, another drunk post. I feel like this one might be more of a grammatical disaster than the last one.
So the Mets bullpen has to be the worst in the history of the Major Leagues amoong contending teams. They’ve blown no less than 10 games. And that’s being EXTREMELY generous. Heilman, Sanchez, and Wagner: all totally worthless. Especially Heilman. Holy shit, I couldn’t even do work for the last two hours because I was so pissed off at Heilman’s ineptitude. LOS METS.
I’m still sore over Rachel Nichols not being at Jets practice on Saturday. Damn you, Rachel. You had been following Brett Favre for weeks, and then you decided to stop just as I hoped to see you. I went to Jets practice not for Brett, but for you. You broke my heart Rachel.
Fortunately, Pineapple Express owned my weekend. Most consistently entertaining and hilarious movie I’ve seen in a long, long time. Possibly the funniest Apatow movie yet. That’s right, I went there. Superbad is overrated.
Man, I am so done. Darts takes more out of you than you might think. And blowing fireballs, too. I’m a busy man. I just hope I can wake up for work tomorrow.