Not that it’s any of your g*ddamn business, but as of right now I’m on vacation from this blog bullsh*t because you f*cking girlie b*tches with your “way to go Larry!” this and “you rock!” that make me wanna actually live in Connecticut with your sadsack insurance-buying b*tch*sses. Yeah, maybe I’ll go chill with my home skillet 50 Cent and get shot nine times, too! Word! What the f*ck ever. And before you wise*sses say a damn thing, this has nothing to do with the Phillies and their whoop-dee-doo Wild Card hunt. I could give a sh*t what those f*cking losers do. Like they’ll actually get it, anyway. They’re the PHILLIES! They couldn’t find their dick if they were taking a piss. Yeah, hunt for some f*cking snipe while you’re at it, Wade.

The f*cking METS are in this sh*t, ffs. That’s a race you want to win. Put that on a banner next to sign in that sh*tbox showing where f*cking Al Leiter went deep. Did you see that sh*t yesterday? Benson soft-tosses BP to the Gnats (CHRISTIAN GUZMAN with a double?!?!?) (f*cking LUIS Guzman could’ve hit for the cycle) – hey, Kris, how about throwing a pitch AT a hitter like you got some? Or did Anna take those & your credit card to Chippendale’s for a little game of pepper? And WTF – I saw Benson on the bench right after his dead *ss got yanked! Break something you b*tch! You just cost your team a f*cking win – act like it! Doug Christie’s probably got more in his drawers than Krissie does, for f*ck’s sake, and he’s one Zima away from actually being on the rag for real.

And poor wittle Ramon Castro crying because he had to play a day game after an extra-inning night game. Aw wook at the sad wittle puppy with the sad wittle face. “Wah wah wah. I’m in the majors making more money than someone worth a f*ck like a cop or a fireman, and I’m gonna mail it in because I don’t wanna play wah wah wah.” B*tch, get your ass off the sh*tter and DO YOUR F*CKING JOB! And SMILE when you’re doing it! F*ck. Back in Spartaburg (oh f*ck), I played two doubleheaders in two days AND cleaned out both dugouts AND did f*cking laundry AND (AND!) had to f*cking wash the g*ddamn bus. That’s some bullsh*t, but I did it, and I did it f*cking smiling because it was my damn job. I ain’t saying that San Fran radio guy was right, but if the sombrero fits, don’t drink the water, right?

Anyway, I got off-track. Like I said, Larry just needs a little R&R (or 20/20) before the playoffs so he can bring the f*cking truth to you like he always does. Before I head off to my Barcalounger for a little Son Of The Beach marathon, I just wanted to say one thing about this:

DETROIT – Binghamton Mets coach Dave Hollins has been suspended indefinitely by the Eastern League for a bizarre incident Monday night, when he charged the bench of the Red Sox’ Double-A affiliate Portland Sea Dogs and set off a melee at Hadlock Field.

HA HA HA HA HA HA AH AHA AHAHAHAH HAHAHH F*CK YEAH HOLLINS HAHAHA! Show those b*tches where you live and how you’re livin! That’s how you play the f*cking game. Mets are too good for you, Holl. F*ck them and their big-city bullsh*t. B*tches.