by Tommy Gimler
The American League West is like a group of five broads that you meet in Panama City on Spring Break. Three of the chicks are gorgeous, two of which have paid top dollar for their big fake breasticles, and one that is just as smart as she is sexy. The fourth one is better than average, and in fact, with a little makeup, a sexy dress, and the right lighting, actually might be just as hot as the other ones. But then there’s always that 280-pound rhino with a birthmark that isn’t wearing jeans because there isn’t a pair on this planet that she can fit into. And just when you thought she couldn’t get any worse, you notice that she’s also missing a tooth. We’ll call her the Houston Astros. (more…)