“What the Hell Do I Know?”

                               

                                By:

                        “Sunset” McGraw

 
 


 

 

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I have been around this stinking game too damn long, but one thing I know for certain—pitching wins, and it don’t get much simpler than that. So, in your mush with that one, Whitey—you stinking pig! Ah, don’t get me started….

 

Guess by now you have caught on to my philosophy on how to build a winning team in this day and age---and damn if I thought I would be around to see it. This stinking era of overpaid rubber band freaks and fat cat owners who wont give you a stick of gum but will gladly take your $60 for a crap seat in the upper. And toss in an AJ and watch as they gladly have some numb-nuts behind the counter toss you a dog and a flat cup of suds! Damn, I said don’t get me started….

 

Well, since I can’t sleep and its hours until the early bird at the Piccadilly, its time to turn a peeper to this upcoming season. Here is how I am throwing down with Kid Dynamite at the Stardust:

 

 

 

National League

 

East

Projected Finish

Notes

 

Philadelphia

Needs some luck, but could take the title in ‘03

 

Atlanta

Watch the injury bug—just something I heard….

 

Florida

Young pitching comes a calling—hide your daughters

 

Montreal

Canada—ack!

 

 

NY Mets

Isn’t life great when NY sucks?

Central

Projected Finish

Notes

 

St. Louis

I like the moves their GM has made—he must love us rubes

 

Chicago

Hey GM—time to sell your house…

 

Milwaukee

Let the suds flow…

 

Pittsburgh

Where have you gone, Randy Johnson?

 

Houston

Maybe if they played in the Astrodome again….

 

Cincinnati

When’s that new flat open?

West

Projected Finish

Notes

 

San Francisco

Can’t you read? Pitching wins…

 

Colorado

You call this crap baseball? That park sucks…

 

Los Angeles

Ever had the sushi?

 

Arizona

Its only a dry heat…

 

San Diego

Hey, its 70 all year—shuddup!

 

Well, there you have it. Nose-dive into that stinky old couch, gather up your loose change and head to the window, my boy—its all there for the taking…

 

And by the way, why no AL predictions? Until they get rid of that damn DH, us rubes don’t even acknowledge that as baseball. But hey—got an early word on the Hanshin Tigers this year….

 

Let’em come up snake eyes,

Sunset “Case” McGraw