Well its finals week and I can’t sleep because my roommates are having a party, so I figured I would provide a little contribution to the website.  What a nice guy I am, writing for you assholes at a few minutes past midnight.

Other than the Brewers being absolutely destroyed by the Braves, not a lot has been changing in Brew City.  Our bullpen remains in the shitter, our starting pitching is plagued by the disease known as Doug Davis, and Corey Hart is still pretty bad.  Let’s take a look at a few splits:

In terms of bullpen earned run average, the Brewers come in at 27^th place.

Brewers:  5.38
NL Avg:     4.22

In terms of starting pitching, the Brewers rank 20^th place.

Brewers:  4.70
NL Avg:     4.21

It’s nice to see that the Brewers are keeping up somewhat with the average starting pitching earned run average, but the work of Doug Davis probably puts us far above the norm.  The bullpen, on the other hand, is completely fucking embarrassing.  I had to sit my ass at Ground Zero; moments after the girl I was seeing threw my ass out of her house, only to watch “The Hawk” give up a walk-off grand slam to Andre Ethier.  Stack this shit on top of the fact that Hoffman has already blown numerous saves.  He has pitched in 11 games, and has 5 saves.

Props to McGehee and Braun for balling hard the past few weeks.  These guys are the shining stars of the Brewers right now.  Nothing makes me feel better to see Casey and Ryan tearing shit up, even though most of the time it doesn’t matter because we’re either getting raped because Davis is pitching or our bullpen just shits the bed.

Anyways, enough of the Brewers before I have a heart attack.

Ronald’s boy, Tiger Woods, claims to have some inflammation issues in his neck.  Please, Tiger.  Golf is completely mental and you are completely fucked in the head.  First we find out that you are banging just about every piece of ass you meet at a bar or restaurant, then they all claim that you like to give it to them rough while your children and wife watch your highlights on ESPN at home.  Your swing coach even dumped your ass, and that is saying a lot because Hank Haney had the balls to stick with Charles Barkley for more than a half an hour.

Tomorrow is my birthday.  I turn 24 years old, and I will be out partying in River Falls all night if you care to join.  Be warned, I will be a mess