Let’s just get this out of the way.
Yes, that’s me and Soriano. Yes, I’m fucking sexy. Yes, I stole the barrel I’m sitting on from one of those annoying fucking kids who hit them with drum sticks on the El. Yes, I’m going to kick Albert Chen in the penis for not picking us to win the World Series. Any other questions? Too bad. Q & A is over, you little bastards.
Ramirez finally decided to show up for camp. How nice of him to show up “on time.” And by “on time,” I mean “late.” What these cocksuckers in camp don’t understand is that they are now on “Piniella Time.” And Piniella Time means that whenever I have to wake up before noon to coach baseball, you’d better bet your sweet ass that there will be 25 or more guys there ready to be coached, or the Neifi is gonna hit the fan.
On a serious note, there’s a link to the right to donate to the 1st Touch Foundation, started by Derrek Lee in his search to find a cure for his daughter’s ailment. It’s a great cause, and Lee is a great man and player.
Check out what I said yesterday.
One of the things I did tell this team is that I’ve been fortunate to have some very talented teams in my career as a manager, and there’s as much talent in this clubhouse as any team I’ve ever managed. And I meant it.
News flash: I didn’t mean it. Shit, I won 116 games in Seattle. In one year. This team will be lucky to win that many by the time my contract is up, and that’s assuming we get off to a quick start. Also, Paul Sullivan, thanks for the headline, “Piniella Stresses Fun, Achievement.” Not only does that headline suck, but it is also so flambuoyantly gay that it glows in the dark.
Speaking of which, I have to go watch Prior’s next throwing session. Holy shit we’re a week into camp and the guy ain’t hurt yet. You kids knock on wood, and I’m going to go knock on Wood. Ha!
-Sweet Uncle Lou