Frank Frackin McCourt
Wednesday, 15 June 2011 09:40
OK, let's focus, people!
This fracking frack ain't gonna happen overnight. We can't set up a paypal account, accept donations, waltz into Frank Frackin McCourt's office with a check for "Get-the-Frack-out-of-LA!" and BAM! this fracking nightmare's over! (Three '!' [though not next to each other] may indicate a certain over-exuberance on my part [duly noted] but this is fracking fun [we wouldn't be fracking doing it if it t'weren't] so, no, I will NOT curb my enthusiasm [although I do promise never ever EVER to put two {or more} exclamation points in sequence. If I do, all bets are off! {ooohhh, how my finger hovered above that !-key!}]).
I also hereby offficially renounce emoticoms.
Somehow or another we're gonna buy the Dodgers from Frank Frackin McCourt, and we're gonna have to do it without strings of hyperbolic punctuation, smiley faces, frackin winky bullfrack and a totally hackable online payment system. I don't know exactly what we need, but it ain't frackin that.
OK, now that that's out of the way...
If we keep taking baby steps, when we run into an obstacle we won't fall down. We ask how to overcome the obstacle. If we don't know who to ask we ask until we find someone who does. We know people, people! We can do this! Just frackin focus and Frank Frackin McCourt will be gone in time for Vinny's last game. We've got more than half the season left. We can do this.
Focus!