Congrats to all the Jints and their fans...Not really..Just another poke...
A nice little video reminder as to why the Jints suck
Random thoughts after going to the "Phone Booth"
We were down at Market and Powell, (for those of you who don't know where that is, I don't either, neither do I care) and of course we are wearing our pristine white, bluer than blue Dodger gear and some high, drunk, just fell out of the outhouse thug comes walking up to me and my wife and starts screaming "Fuck the Dodgers!" This goes on and on, I am actually trying to ignore him, and then two other women get into the middle of it (like they were going to do anything), then he starts cussing at my wife, the lovely Annie. So, I take matters into my own Dodger Blue hands, and needless to say, I wiped my feet on his jacket and he left with his black and orange tail between his legs.
Then we go to the stadium. Lo and behold, I saw little Timmy's pot dealer in the stands (probably not, but it makes for a good look-a-like story). He is getting drunker by the moment because he isn't very big, just like little Timmy. The game goes on, so does his mouth, directed at me, of course, and he sees my custom Dodgers Valenzuela jersey. He says I need to get a life. Hey, little Timmy's pot dealer...I ain't the one with a mullet. So I stand up next to him and what does he do? He runs like every coward Jint fan I have ever met does. Whoops...I think he bit off more than he could chew.
So, one last thought to show you just what cowards they really are, I hung my Dodger banner on the Jr. Giants Field fence, and proceeded to call attention to it as the lovely Annie and myself tailgated. Not one Jint coward would come over and do anything about it. Not one. Not even a comment. But let a Dodger woman go walking by them and they got brave. Hmm...
Just my random thoughts.
Duh...A new JINTS SUCK....
San Fransisco Jints World Series trophy case
I get that, but at least we won...(1955, '59, '63', '65, '81 and '88)
Oh, and our highlights are in color, not black and white (See 1954, Mays catch in the canyon that was known as the Polo Grounds...I could have made that catch for cryin' out loud!)