Category Archives: NL Central

Reds Manager Bryan Price Says ‘Fuck’ 77 Times In Epic Rant About Cincinnati Media


by Tommy Gimler

Mainstream media blows. Whether it’s the turds at ESPN or the soulless fucks at Cincinnati’s local news outlets, a true journalistic approach to reporting is a rarity these days, as it’s now just a game of “who can report it first no matter the consequences.” And it fucking sounds like that’s what has fucking Reds manager Bryan Price’s fucking panties in a fucking bunch.

The Worst Team In Major League Baseball


by Tommy Gimler

Even the pig shit awful Philadelphia Phillies, who lost game to a Division II college squad this spring, have been more competitive than the Milwaukee Brewers in 2015, and that’s saying something.

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MLB: Chicago Cubs at New York Mets

by Tommy Gimler

Cubs fans are creaming their shorts because “experts” are projecting a record above .500 (barely) for their beloved team, and that just says so much.

2015 National League Win Total Over/Unders Are Out, You Hookers


by Tommy Gimler

It’s 12 degrees in Milwaukee today, so odds are that any news about the boys of summer will be a welcome sight for those poor fuckers.

Ryan Braun Is Just An Average Player Without PEDs, And It’s Killing The Brewers

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by Frank Rhombus

Since beginning the 2014 season on a 17-7 tear, the Milwaukee Brewers have basically been a .500 ball club. Losers of 13 of 25 games since the All-Star break, Milwaukee has scored just 94 runs (3.76 per game), and one of the big reasons why is that outfielder Ryan Braun has been a worthless steaming pile of pig shit.

The Cleveland Indians Got Dicked Last Night By A Ball That Was Thrown Onto The Field By A Reds Pitcher

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by Tommy Gimler

Let’s be honest. If you were still watching the Indians and Reds game last night instead of tuning into Mike Trout battle Clayton Kershaw in Los Angeles, then you’re either a liar or a fucking idiot. But in the bottom of the seventh inning and the Indians getting curb stomped to the tune of 6-1, any chance the Tribe had of mounting a comeback against Johnny Cueto vanished like your fat wife’s fart in the wind when someone in the Reds bullpen threw a ball onto the diamond and confused the hell out of everybody.

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