BREAKING: PACINO ADDRESSES YANKS
Did you know that we have a "Director of Optimal Performance"? Yes sir. Our very own Chad Bohling treated the Yankees to inspirational snippets from some of the best movies ever made yesterday eve, including Al Pacino's unambiguous speech in Any Given Sunday. Read all about it here. According to the Post, the clips were "mixed in with highlight clips of [the Yankees] for positive reinforcement."
Bohling chose other great scenes as well, including some from Rudy, the Lord of the Rings trilogy, and Philadelphia.
Terrible stuff. Billy Martin would have up and pissed on the screen, pissed on Bohling, and then pissed on Reggie Jackson for good measure. What a bunch of candy asses these guys are.
Bohling chose other great scenes as well, including some from Rudy, the Lord of the Rings trilogy, and Philadelphia.
Terrible stuff. Billy Martin would have up and pissed on the screen, pissed on Bohling, and then pissed on Reggie Jackson for good measure. What a bunch of candy asses these guys are.
posted by Anthony at 9:33 AM
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That reminds me of "The Natural" when Pop Fisher brings in the motivational speaker:
The mind is a strange thing, men. We must begin by asking "What is losing?" Losing is a disease, as contagious as polio. Losing is a disease, as contagious as syphilis. Losing is a disease, as contagious as bubonic plague, attacking one but infecting all. Ah, but curable. Now, I want you to imagine you are on a ship at sea...
I sware I just heard that somewhere. Was it posted on this blog not to long ago?
Yeah, I posted it in response to something Dodort said about a month ago. But it's apt here, as well.
Can you believe we have a "Director of Optimal Performance"?!?!? I wonder what he's making. I wonder what his degree is in.
Ten years ago, a scrappy, hard-nosed Yankees team went into October with a mission. That team would have laughed the "Director of Optimal Performance" out of the clubhouse. Leyritz would have eaten his liver. I agree, this is some pansy-ass crap.
Ten years ago that scrappy team had a slogan made up by a middle aged Latin second baseman by the name of Mariano Duncan. Sure, it was dumb--"We come to the game, we win the game, das it"--but at least it was clear. There was no drama. No inspirational videos. No stockade. No electronic frontier. John Wettland would have inseminated Bohling. Leyritz would have hit a home run in the ninth inning that landed right in his crotch. O'neill would have wanted his heart, would have eaten his children. Bohling's Alexander? Girardi was Alexander. The Strawman would have snorted up that lily white pansy and hit three home runs that night because of it. We've gone corporate, friends. We've gone corporate, and it breaks my heart.
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