Tuesday, 20 July 2004 - 6:47 PM EDT
Name:
Horse-face Mancuso
Well, well, well, I guess I finally made it to the 'Bash Canute' website.
Let me start off by saying being the team player that I am, I agreed to leave my comfortable outfield position, my home if you will, to take on a more challenging, unfamiliar infield position. I'll admit that I made a few errors but I didn't see anyone else stepping up to tackle the most difficult position on the diamond. Asking an outfield wizzard like myself to play infield would have been like asking Willie Mays to jump up to shortstop. Sure he would have done it for the good of the team but is there where his talent rests? No, of course not so I don't think the burden should be placed on me. I'm Jim Edmonds-like in the outfield but talents were never to be seen b/c of a coaching strategy that placed me at SS or 2B. Who was managing this bunch of misfit toys? Why wasn't a second coaching change made? If Barnes was so damn good, why didn't he move up to SS?
If Bixby and Stouffer were so brilliant why were they parked behind the plate? Christopher Reeves could have contributed as much behind the plate as those two did.
At the end of the day I can rest my head in peace knowing that I gave it my all and left everything out there on the playing field.
That being said, I must submit my resignation/retirement to the Montgomery Biscuits. I don't feel comfortable playing for a team that doesn't respect me or my abilities. We went out there as team, we won as a team but in defeat - it was Canute. I don't need the additional stress and headache and will be shopping my services elsewhere for next season.
Thanks for the memories and thanks to those who supported me through all the tough times that got me to the 'Bigs' but in the end I would like to give a solid F YOU to those beotches who dissed me.
---Nute
On my way home, police car pulled me over.
After they left, I puttered out of gas.
Triple-A' came, but my card was expired!
I had to walk home, and of course, it rained half the time.
I tried to get some shut-eye, then I was abducted!
They put cold things in my butt.
They sampled a bit of my D.N.A.
They left me on top of my sheets,
I dreamt I went potty, then woke up drenched in me.
This day sucked the hardest ever...
I woke up on the wrong side of the bed today.
A little bit less than nothing would go my way.
I got up to toss my soiled sheets,
the hallway was dark and I stubbed my big toe.
It was then that I sensed the irony (burning me),
then I heard the voice say,
"Come sail aboard S.S. Nepenthe!"
I suppose I'm to blame for getting pulled over.
I guess I'm the culprit for running out of gas.
Let's assume I'm the guy who didn't pay his 'Triple-A' fee.
In actuality, I let the zetas probe me.
Yesterday was all my fault.
I let negativity get the better of me.
Thank goodness for the bathtubs and suds!
They temporarily set free this quandary.