The Angels got screwed hard like Ronald Goldman's father. Not because of that whole O.J. Simpson thing, he's just likes it rough. Call after call, the umpires fucked the Angels like they wouldn't go to hell for it. They will. Only one of the numerous calls against the Angels was correct. The clinching play really, when Escobar tagged Pierzynki (or some shit) with his glove while the ball was in his bare hand. The Peirzinky (or some shit) play to end Game 2, where he reached first after a phantom drop of strike three, did change the momentum of the series. The Angels would not win again. The were no Angels in the outfield, unless they were the spirits of the 1919 Black Sox.
The Cardinals also got hosed in Game 4. Sure, throw out LaRussa, but Jim Edmonds? That really was bullshit. You people should blame that ump, not Jason Marquis. Or, if you are going to blame Jason Marquis, just don't blame the rest of us. He's the one who sucked it up big time, we just see him at services. I must admit, I'm really starting to dislike the Astros and their fans, especially George Bush. Partly it is political, partly it is because I want to crawl inside Barbara Bush, but George is still there, yes I admit to both, but beyond both of those reasons, George Bush's face is just annoying. So that Pujols homer was vindicating. Especially since the announcers were reading Busch Stadiums eulogy and recounting the tortured history of the Astros, finally reaching triumph. Suck on that.
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