So I was watching the Yankees flex some Bomber Biceps this weekend with my dad, Fat Joe, and the following convo took place when Manny Ramirez strolled into the batter’s box for the first time on Saturday:
Me: This guy’s such a piece of sh*t.
FJ: No, you’re wrong… this guy is a f@#kin’ abomination to baseball, he’s a f@#kin’ pig!
Me: Wow pop, tell us how you really feel.
FJ: Stop being a smart ass and get me some beer.
Just thought I’d share that touching father-son moment with you all. As a side note– even though he looks like the Predator, and probably smells worse than Pam’s whoo-whoo after Tommy Lee, or Kid Rock, or whatever other piece of TPT nails her, in all fairness Manny is a ridiculously legit hitter… but that doesn’t mean I’m NOT gonna crack on him for being the lazy a$$-clown that he is, now am I?
July 28th, 2008 at 11:18 am
Move out of mom and dad’s basement
July 28th, 2008 at 3:02 pm
oh snap! Consiglieri, a reply??
July 28th, 2008 at 3:04 pm
I was there for a bbq smart a$$, however, if I wasn’t that would be funnier than it is, which is still pretty funny