This week we head to the diamond. The Cactus and Grapefuit Leagues are underway, so it makes perfect sense. Tonight we offer the single greatest manager tirade of all-time. It's not Tommy Lasorda or Lee Elia. Although Lasorda and Elia are credited with two of the best on-mic 'bitch fits' ever, the true champion is Earl Weaver. I love that cranky old fart. His on-field tantrums made Billy Martin look like a boy scout. Earl loved the fact that he was obligated to appear for a little post-game chat, on whatever crappy AM station was the flagship of the Orioles back in the day. Uh, no he didn't. I've heard this rant a few dozen times over the past several years, and it never gets old. Turn up your speakers and enjoy. Oh, and make sure the kids aren't around to hear this.
Tuesday, March 6, 2007
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4 comments:
Love the Earl vid! And you're right.. it never gets old!
.. and about that March Madness Velcro Lip Contest... what's 2nd prize? A stack of Johnny Cakes?
- Vito Spatafore
Wow that is wow. He puts everyone else in their place. Weaver is the winner!
Yeah, but what kind of hookers does he like?
Goes to show that this c_ck sucker has been right 2/3 of the f_cking time. I wonder if Alice Sweet ever took Earl's advice???
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