Beaten to death today on talk radio, blogs, and in the casinos, but still irks the ever-lovin’ piss outta me:
The Yankees watched the end of Schilling’s game in the clubhouse Thursday afternoon. When Shannon Stewart broke up the no-hitter, the room erupted in cheers, players bursting from their seats and shouting.
Just the kinda stuff that makes me wish to see Jorge Posada take a 98-mph heater to the funny parts.
Anyway, I’ll settle for watching Beckett dismantle the Arizona Diamondbacks. Starting… now!
Also: Meet the American League’s Best Beer Vendor Ever.
