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What gives you the right to fuck with our lives: IV
So I got with a sick-ass clique at went all-out
You're phone's off the hook, but you're not
Stay with me, be my wife
out of gas, out of road, out of car, I don't know ...
What gives you the right to fuck with our lives: III
this town has turned into a ghost town
What gives you the right to fuck with our lives: II
I ride for you, I rhyme for you, I roll for you, i...
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Monday, October 23, 2006
you gotta cheat, cheat, no reason to play fair:
OK. Kenny Rogers, discussed below, cheated. His pitching hand was covered in pine tar. True to form, MLB says it's not going to investigate the matter -- and, truth be told, what could Bud Selig do? Order a do-over of Game 2?
What it could do is publicly humiliate Rogers. Bill Plaschke observes, insightfully, that baseball is acting like an "ugly fraternity," scorning outside scrutiny and insulating its guilty brothers from the scorn they deserve. Does it need to be said that this attitude is what led to the steroid scandal?
George Mitchell should call a press conference. He should humiliate Rogers, and then humiliate the players' union if it comes to his defense. Rogers has to do much, much better than to plead a clump of dirt. His locker should be flipped. Rarely has another profession hid so deeply behind the presumption of innocence. This washout has now tarnished yet another World Series.
Mr. Ackerman, I believe you have the wrong attitude here.