Our never-ending quest to get #CardboardPete a seat at Sox Park might have come to fruition if it hadn’t been for one philanthropic narcissist weirdo named Paul Garrett.
45 | White Sox Manager Search Devolves Into Madness!! – Major League A*Holes: The Show
Renteria and Coop feel the Wrath of Hahn, chaos ensues | Tony La Russa? Are you fucking kidding me?? | More manager candidates emerge with varying degrees of plausibility | Postseason Talk: Can we just get to a Rays/Braves World Series already? | Strip Club Knife Fight: hair metal band name or a night out with Tommy Pham? | Billy Beane applies Moneyball to European lawn sport
…and who the fuck wears a “business casual” collared shirt with the tiny team logo emblazoned on their left titty!? This looks like a guy who would show up late and then stand around looking for his seat for half and hour.