I swear to god today is the first time I've ever seriously considered killing someone. I just missed Catching Ichiro's HR (off the top of my glove) and some drunk Oriole's fan got it, and threw it back. He was drunk and belligerent all night and we yelled back and forth all night. I hope that stupid sack of shit cunt bag died on his way home tonight. I've never been so full of anger over anything before.

For the first time in my life, I really wanted to punch someone in the face till his face was dented and broken. And then, just to rub in his throwing back of Ichiro's HR, I'd rip his heart off and chant to his dying eyes "THROW IT BACK! THROW IT BACK!" holding his black ugly heart in my hands. This may not be the worst loss of the year, but it is definitely the worst game I've attended this year. Someone should drop a fucking bomb on Baltimore and force that guy and his annoying Oriole fans to watch their families slowly executed in front of them as the rest of America watches and laughs on national TV. And then after that, I'd have Rosie O'Donnell shit in their fucking mouths.

I should've told him that Ripken was a shitty jersey to wear because Ripken is a fucking boy-raping Pedophile or some shit. Fuck Ripken anyway, overrated sack of trash. Anyone who wants to play "The Ripken Way" should be publicly executed very, very slowly. God damn that bleach blonde, stocky, stubbly, Abercrombie asshole and his stupid city.

I seriously hope that stupid cunt-bag fuck died tonight. Nothing would make me happier than to hear that on the news tomorrow.

And oh yeah why hasn't someone assassinated Brian Roberts in his stupid ugly face yet?