A little music to set the mood:
It's official: Roy Oswalt is no longer a Houston Astro. The guy has earned a chance at a championship and, let's face it, that isn't gonna happen in Houston. I hope he gets the chance to pitch for a ring but I'm gonna miss him. The guy always brought it, he pitched the first game I ever saw at Minute Maid Park and, on top of that, his neck is as red as they come. If you dislike Roy you're basically saying you wanna piss on the American flag and let the terrorists run the country. Pennsylvania, he may be from Mississippi, but he's a man after your hearts and you can take it to the bank that he'll be at the front lines when hunting season opens up. Cheers Roy, good luck, and I hope you know that when I get back to the States I'll toss on a John Deere hat, shotgun a Bud heavy, and grab a tin of Grizzly in your honor.
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