F**k Peter Angelos
So the Mets are playing the Nats today, afternoon game at Shea.
I walk in to my apartment, find out Mets are down 4-1. 2 outs. Cliff Floyd at the plate.
Fumble with the remote. Flip thru the usual suspect channels, where a Nats game is usually televised.
Oh, right. I remember the game is on ESPN.
Flip to ESPN. Huh? Why is ESPN showing ESPNews?
Crap, that's right. Local blackout. So the game should be on a local channel.
Flip back to Channel 20. No Nats game.
Tune back to the Internet. Cliff Floyd just hit a grand slam. Mets up 5-4.
Proceed to yell at the top of my lungs.
So a baseball game, which is on NATIONAL TELEVISION, can be seen anywhere in these lovely United States, except Washington, DC.
FU*K PETER ANGELOS.
He must be stopped.
I walk in to my apartment, find out Mets are down 4-1. 2 outs. Cliff Floyd at the plate.
Fumble with the remote. Flip thru the usual suspect channels, where a Nats game is usually televised.
Oh, right. I remember the game is on ESPN.
Flip to ESPN. Huh? Why is ESPN showing ESPNews?
Crap, that's right. Local blackout. So the game should be on a local channel.
Flip back to Channel 20. No Nats game.
Tune back to the Internet. Cliff Floyd just hit a grand slam. Mets up 5-4.
Proceed to yell at the top of my lungs.
So a baseball game, which is on NATIONAL TELEVISION, can be seen anywhere in these lovely United States, except Washington, DC.
FU*K PETER ANGELOS.
He must be stopped.
2 Comments:
Just one of the myrid reasons why Peter Angelos is hated around my home.
there there...
it's probably not good for you to have veins popping out like a bas-relief map of the Mississippi river, eh?
repeat after me...
the internet is my friend
the internet is my friend
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