MLB's merchandise shop shuns the Nationals.

So, I'm kinda bummed out over the whole "Smiley" debacle (It turns out Smiley isn't his real name. It's actually Julio Franco.), when I come across an email from MLB.com.

St. Patrick's Day gear & Free Domestic Ground Shipping!

"Shit damn", I says, "Different, new Nats gear. And it'll be green." My mom was born in Dublin*, so I was also gonna look into buying her a Christmas present in February. (Who am I kidding...not "a" present. Her only present. I love you, Ma!) Plus, free domestic ground shipping!

So, I click the link, and all I see is Red Sox, Yankees, Cubs and Mets stuff...the fucks the Nats stuff? Then..I look harder at the page. (Might need to click to enlarge.)


I hate you, Bud Selig. You go to hell. You go to hell and you die!

*One Christmas I went home and the place was all decorated with "Irish Christmas" thingies, like...green snowflakes, and snow covered shamrocks. The pride and joy to my mom, however, was the two foot tall "Santa Claus" statue. Only it didn't look like Santa. He was dressed in mostly white and green, and had shamrocks all over him. I asked my mom what the thing was, and my mom said, "Oh, that's an Irish Santa."My brother peeps up with, "So, what's that mean? Irish Santa? What...he's drunk?"

Almost Time For Spring Training.

So, I told my kitty today that Spring Training starts next Saturday.


Correct, lil' glee filled cat of mine. No Ray King this year.

What can I say?

I know, guys. I haven't posted since Thursday. My bad (raises hand). The season's winding down, and I can only write about so many defeats before I bash my head on the keyboard just thinking about recapping the games. (Although, did I ever actually recap anything? That's a whole 'nother ballgame, ain't it?)
Off day for our heroes from S.E. Washington D.C. today. The Dodgers make their way into town led by Manny "Fuck you, Boston. I don't want to be here, so I'll play with 25% effort." Ramirez. That guy makes FLop's antics look good.

::shudder::

On another note, break away from all the dick jokes and curse words and smarten your brains up a little. Read the newly published work of the future Mrs. gnatsgnation.blogspot.com over here. (Acrobat required to read the whole article. If you don't have Acrobat, I question what kind of computing device you are using to read this here high-brow blog. Along with wondering how you got on the eBays with your Atari, I'll be happy to email you the PDF file if you don't have Acrobat.) Reading - it do the brain good.

The weekend is here, have a can of beer

It's the fish coming back into town. I gotta admit, I ain't too motivated to write about them. Seriously. So, you get a quickie preview and like it. On the hill tonight is good ol' Capt. Redd for the good guys, against stinky ol' Ricky Tabasco for the Marlins. Ricky is from Corona, CA, and is sporting a 6.10 ERA, and a nasty snarl.


Ain't he a tough looking one? Cheer up, Ricky. You're from Corona, CA. Home of The Golden Cheese Company of California, one of the largest cheese factories in the world!

No lineups yet, but I'd bet we see Blastings back in center. Maybe Dooks in left? Enjoy the game, kiddies!