Late August can only mean one thing for Chicago Cubs fans: the dreaded West Coast swing. Every year the Cubs attack the left-coast with the urgency of a bad touring hardcore band; yeah, maybe you had some massive nights back east, but try selling those D-Beat split 10"s out here and you will get sonned by Hollywood Blvd trash (read: don't bring that weak shit against GAMERS like James Loney. Tried to tell all of you about Juan Pierre back in '05, but you weren't having it.)
When I think of LA baseball, the following comes to mind:
- The L.A. Angels game from The Naked Gun. And thusly, OJ Simpson.
- Adam Carrolla. He seems like the type of douchebag that shows up in the 4th inning
- Alyssa Milano
- The Rally Monkey
- Dan and Missy cheering the Dodgers on during the Sweep of '08
I hate West Coast ball. It's all so tiring. I love the Cubs to death, but who wants to watch Mike Fontenot try to squeak out hits against the Padres at 3AM CST? Mike Fontenot doesn't even want you to watch that.
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