What Happened to Innocent until Proven Guilty?

Today, when I heard that two cocksuckers at the San Francisco Chronicle decided to make their career with their talentless pens by taking a poke at the greatest Baseball player ever, I decided that I must write a post. These asses have become so desperate to write something half way decent that they have stuck their heads in their asses (or their ass in their heads - it is difficult to say) and pulled out the first name on list of guys to bash.

I got a question for these dunces. Why, as a huge bay area sports fan, and an avid reader of the sports page, do I not recognize your names? I'll tell you why - nothing you have ever written is fit to wipe a dying monkey's ass in hell.

If justice is served, these empty dense idiots will be struck by a bus tommorow morning, purging the world of two of it's more sadistic and objectionable souls. To them I will say good riddance. I hope you burn in hell as Long as the third Riech.

Go eat some shit.

Kirby Puckett

My purpose for writing today is not to antagonize an athlete, general manager, or coach, not even to devise a ludacris plot for the Raiders 06 pick. The reason I write today is to mourn one of Baseball's greatest players. He was a 10 time All-Star (in 12 Seasons) and a 2-Time World Series Champion. He made one of the most memorable plays in the history of the game. And much like Roberto Clemente, his great Career ended early and the afterlife took him to soon. From the emphatic smile to the great bat... We miss you Kirby.



R.I.P. Kirby Pucket 1960-2006