You know, it kinda bums us out when we post something, and no one cares. Then again, the last post in our endless and ultimately meaningless pimping of someone else's book barely kept us interested while we were writing it. (We even dropped the "we"! That's how much we were checked out on that one! Sorry!)
Yet, at the same time, we noticed yesterday that this month is officially the most successful month (in terms of visits and pageviews) in the history of the blog. And if we made a dime off this thing, we might actually break out the champagne and O.J. this morning to celebrate. Instead, we just took an extra pull off the aftershave this morning to mark the equation. (Ah, the old Kenneth Cole New York...tasty, but not too burny.)
Anyways, we feel like we have to make amends. You, the faithful readers, come here every day and help make my life feel just a little bit less meaningless through your patronage. And if there is one thing that we know that you enjoy, it is the endless cheap shots that we take at grumpy lump in the dugout. And so, as a peace offering for a less than stellar post yesterday, we offer a fine list of slightly borrowed insults directed towards The Manager. Enjoy.
-You know, calling The Manager an idiot is really an insult to all of the stupid people out there.
-I heard The Manager was looking at a change this year. I guess that means his diaper is really full.
-The Manager will have a lot of well wishers this year. As in, we'd all like to throw him down a well for good luck.
-The Manager is a habit that Toronto baseball fans need to kick. With both feet.
-This season would be an excellent time for The Manager to become a missing person.
-I believe The Manager when he says he has an open mind, because good ideas seem to pass right through it.
-Sometimes, when he's slumped in the dugout, it appears as though The Manager has a terribly empty feeling...in his head.
Okay, that's about what we can muster. Feel free to toss in your own in the comments for good measure.