In light of his apology to Armando and the gracious response of Senor Galarraga, I’d like to mention that my violent feelings of murderous death rage have subsided over the past few hours. The post stands as a monument to the anger that once existed, replaced now by a silent, seething resentment toward this ugly [...]

People sometimes say that professional sports lacks tradition. They might be right, for some cases. But as a blanket statement, it’s wrong. There’s no tradition like a long-time baseball announcer. Fans spend 162 nights a year listening to them describe their team. Even after a season you feel like a good friend. After 40 seasons, [...]

Here at the WLA, the battle has raged: Is Justin Verlander a useless sack of shit? Does he impregnate women with his fastball? Frankly, I’m undecided. However, the debate, I feel, overlooks the most obvious reason to expect Tigers’ success this year: The Lycanthrope of Zion – Max Scherzer. As evidenced by Sandy Koufax and [...]

Contrary to reports published right here on this e-blog Justin Verlander is not an “overrated sack of dog shit”. He is neither overrated, nor canine excrement. What he is, is 6 feet 5 inches of carnal jubilation. He is a walking sex-bomb. Not just, “hey ladies look over here” sexy. More like, “I’m going to [...]

I could pitch better than Justin Verlander. Guess what? I just fucking did. When I tossed my poop into that wastebasket in the corner. Give me a damn award.   No hitters are for trannies. I pitched a perfect game in the god damn Special Olympics. Do you know the magnitude of that achievement? They [...]