tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6562319.post5427704957977934018..comments2023-10-31T08:22:06.222-08:00Comments on Vitamin Z: Zachhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00344385023364633170noreply@blogger.comBlogger1125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6562319.post-87482553543399372532008-06-02T11:49:00.000-08:002008-06-02T11:49:00.000-08:00Underwood? Heck, he's Baghdad Wedge"We are winning...Underwood? Heck, he's Baghdad Wedge<BR/><BR/>"We are winning the battle! The heathens are paralyzed with fright! We shall use their skin as moist towelettes with which to wipe the sweat from our brows!"<BR/><BR/>The funniest thing is that Wedge has become increasingly volatile as the losing has mounted. Every time a close call goes against the Indians, Wedge does his best to look like Earl Weaver, storming out of the dugout and confronting the ump. I used to think it was a sorry attempt at saying "Look at me! I'm a FIERY manager!" But now I think Wedge is legitimately becoming unhinged.<BR/><BR/>How do you feel about having Ozzie F**king Guillen for a manager? Because Wedge is going to snap one of these days and unload a torrent of obscenity that would make even Guillen blush.Anonymousnoreply@blogger.com