So as a manager of the New York baseball Yankees, Mr. Torre never didn't make the playoffs.
Yet even though he skippered one of the best season-long fights a baseball club can have, his asshole boss -- who probably shows up late every morning and delegates all day and often says, "I don't know" or "That's not my problem, is it?" -- said he won't be back if the Yankees lost to the Indians.
Well, the Yankees lost to the Indians.
We'd be lying if we said we wished our boss wouldn't give us an ultimatum like this. "Win this series or you can't come to work tomorrow."
"Um, OK boss," we'd say. "We kind of don't manage the Yankees. When you come in three to six hours late tomorrow, we'll be sitting at home, watching the Tru Calling marathon and maybe napping. See ya later."
HAH! Foiled, this boss.
Tuesday, October 09, 2007
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Oh with the Diet Pepsi spilling all over the lonely and underserving picnic table at lunch today, and oh with the heckling from one of our most loyal readers and oh with the ohs and the with thes.
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