Dear Jason:
I do not like you. As far as I'm concerned, you are a fucking asshole.
I'm sick and tired of reading that fucking lame-ass quote about you being 33, not 50. How the fuck do you know what it feels like to be 50? I will bet you that I can still hit an 88 mile an hour fastball, by the way; so, please tell me what else I can't do.
You don't need a fucking Ph.D. to listen to your doctor and repeat what he said, unless, of course, you are really embarrassed about having parasites. What the hell have you been eating? Or maybe the question should be where have you been sleeping?
I guess you aren't one of the brightest bulbs, wondering why you were feeling weak and tired for a couple of weeks and not going to the doctor the team provides ... for free. Free -- that means you don't have to pay anything. You maybe thought that you were supposed to feel that way, since your supply of "supplements" dried up?
And I suppose you are claiming ignorance about something called tetrahydrogestrinone, you dumb fuck. Here's a question for you, Jason, that maybe you will understand: Have your testicles withered a little over the past few years, chief? Tell me how you feel when you're 50, if you make it that far.
Kindest personal regards,
Bill
Posted by Bill at June 29, 2004 11:38 PMIn Giambi's defense, I heard reported on Sportscenter last night that he went to the hospital after team doctors said that there was nothing wrong with him.
I still can't stand the guy for leaving the A's, and I hope the Yankees continue to lose the title even though they're hoping money will buy the championship.
Posted by: pink lotus at June 30, 2004 02:31 PM