I have been too fucking depressed to even have the energy to rant. I lost like an entire week when I had my surgery - 6 hours of anesthesia, major pain meds, morphine, etc. And when I got my head somewhat cleared, I sure as hell couldn't use the freaking Disastros to help me figure out who I was, and where I was, since NOTHING HAD FUCKING CHANGED!!! IT WAS FREAKING GROUNDHOG DAY!! They sucked when I went under, and they sucked when I woke up. Carlos Lee was still an unmotivated $100M fat ass, Kaz Anal Fissures was still on the DL, we still had no starting pitching AT ALL, the fucking Phillies are still laughing at us for hiring Ed Wade as a GM and giving them Brad Lidge (who just got a freaking $37.5M, 3 year extension as a reward for a fucking 0.77 ERA - THAT'S ZERO POINT SEVEN SEVEN, PEOPLE. BRAD. FUCKING. LIDGE.), Cecil Cooper is a nice guy who is in WAAAAAAAAAAAAAAY over his head, and Drayton McClain is a fucking cheap ass owner.
Is it any wonder I can't find the energy to rant? It;s all just too fucking depressing...