Sports Talk with Nutty McBalls

It's been a good week if you're a bastard red sox fan. Please accept my dearest congratulations when I say, "Blow me!!!" Your world championship came second best to a rich boy who's seeking more money by opting out of his $25 million a year contract.
Yes indeed. A-ROD opted out of a contract which paid him in Jesus' chest hair to see if someone will give him 50 suitcases full of Kuwaiti Bouillion. I do not buy the bullshit about his discomfort due to the lack of certainty that is the make-up of the New York Yankees. It's all about money. Period. He's the type of guy that will do what is necessary to make sure that he and his children and their children and their children and . . . well you see where I'm going, will always be taken care of. He is the whitest Dominican I have ever come across. Whatever, god bless him.
Pettite, Rivera and Posada are all questionmarks as well. There is no good reason why they should be in a different uniform next year but I've seen some crazy shit in my life. For all I know Jorge Posada could be playing in the "Pock Mark" League based out of SouthTurkmenistan come next year. And my dear friend, Mr Torre, is gone forever. Unfortunately, I can't sympatize with the whole, "I'm insulted by the incentives", bullshit because every contract he's had with the Yankees was full of incentives but I do believe that they should've given him more than one year and without a drop in base pay. Thank god this season is over and I can concentrate on football. Both kinds.
First off, I'm a Jets fan and I've attempted suicide 8 times in the past 3 weeks. Pennington has the arm of a child and Kellen Clemens ain't there yet. On top of that, my boy, Jonathan Vilma, is out for the rest of the year. So until the playoffs, my interest in the NFL is limited. Now to football or soccer as we americans call it. That's right, bitches, I watch soccer and I love it. My beloved Napoli beat the shit out of powerhouse, Juventus, this past saturday and while some of you have lost interest in this blog now, I say, "Eat My Creamy Cadbury."
The score was 3-1 and I shit myself with joy. Forza Napoli!!! Also, Steven Gerrard, midfielder for Liverpool kicked a ball so hard that England now borders Galveston, Texas. Yes, he scored with that fine display of near murder but Arsenal equalized with a Fabregas goal with ten minutes left. WONDERFUL!!!
Now to boxing. I will have my eyes glued to the t.v. this saturday night as Joe Calzaghe, that's right, he's a ginzo just like me, and Mikkel Kessler are gonna punch eachother in the face over and over again to see who will be the one and only super middleweight champ. These are two guys who love to throw hands so if you're interested you can join me as I fire up some cognac and enjoy this championship bout on H.B.O. This edition of Sports talk with Nutty McBalls has been brought to you by "BOO-COCKY". "Have a nasty Halloween."

Sports Talk with Nutty McBalls

It's been a good week if you're a bastard red sox fan. Please accept my dearest congratulations when I say, "Blow me!!!" Your world championship came second best to a rich boy who's seeking more money by opting out of his $25 million a year contract.
Yes indeed. A-ROD opted out of a contract which paid him in Jesus' chest hair to see if someone will give him 50 suitcases full of Kuwaiti Bouillion. I do not buy the bullshit about his discomfort due to the lack of certainty that is the make-up of the New York Yankees. It's all about money. Period. He's the type of guy that will do what is necessary to make sure that he and his children and their children and their children and . . . well you see where I'm going, will always be taken care of. He is the whitest Dominican I have ever come across. Whatever, god bless him.
Pettite, Rivera and Posada are all questionmarks as well. There is no good reason why they should be in a different uniform next year but I've seen some crazy shit in my life. For all I know Jorge Posada could be playing in the "Pock Mark" League based out of SouthTurkmenistan come next year. And my dear friend, Mr Torre, is gone forever. Unfortunately, I can't sympatize with the whole, "I'm insulted by the incentives", bullshit because every contract he's had with the Yankees was full of incentives but I do believe that they should've given him more than one year and without a drop in base pay. Thank god this season is over and I can concentrate on football. Both kinds.
First off, I'm a Jets fan and I've attempted suicide 8 times in the past 3 weeks. Pennington has the arm of a child and Kellen Clemens ain't there yet. On top of that, my boy, Jonathan Vilma, is out for the rest of the year. So until the playoffs, my interest in the NFL is limited. Now to football or soccer as we americans call it. That's right, bitches, I watch soccer and I love it. My beloved Napoli beat the shit out of powerhouse, Juventus, this past saturday and while some of you have lost interest in this blog now, I say, "Eat My Creamy Cadbury."
The score was 3-1 and I shit myself with joy. Forza Napoli!!! Also, Steven Gerrard, midfielder for Liverpool kicked a ball so hard that England now borders Galveston, Texas. Yes, he scored with that fine display of near murder but Arsenal equalized with a Fabregas goal with ten minutes left. WONDERFUL!!!
Now to boxing. I will have my eyes glued to the t.v. this saturday night as Joe Calzaghe, that's right, he's a ginzo just like me, and Mikkel Kessler are gonna punch eachother in the face over and over again to see who will be the one and only super middleweight champ. These are two guys who love to throw hands so if you're interested you can join me as I fire up some cognac and enjoy this championship bout on H.B.O. This edition of Sports talk with Nutty McBalls has been brought to you by "BOO-COCKY". "Have a nasty Halloween."