When we moved to our current digs about 20 months ago, I made all of you a promise: since I was living so close to Miller Park, I would do everything in my power to make sure that Ned Yost got canned. Happily, as I write this, Ned Yost is not only no longer the manager of the Brewers -- the only way dude's getting anywhere near a major league baseball stadium is to buy a bleacher seat.
You're welcome, friends. You're welcome, Brewers. You're welcome, world.
(Tip o' the cap to Mrs. Q for the mad PhotoShop skillz.)
5 comments:
The nice thing with your "Mission Accomplished" is that I think less people had to die.
Maybe a few umpires, but it had to be less.
If only you hadn't posted a 2" by 2" picture...
If only Rubie had gotten to Dave Bush, then the body count would've been about a push.
His Manny kill attempt was for naught - he's back in the bigs.
Never fear, boys: I will continue to wage a long(er)-range war against Bushie and Manny, from the comfort of my new Man Cave.
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