I bet that’s really the author’s (?) real last name too.

Raven was livid. ‘That bitch…that bitch is not going push me around…this is mytime and I won’t stand for her to fuck with me. She pulled her Red 331i convertible into the valet space in front of the Crescent Farms Arms Condos and tossed the keys to the young Hispanic carboy.
“Will you be long, Miss’
“No” She curtly replied and walked under the front awing where the door man greeted her
“How are we today Miss Raven”
Raven stopped at the door “Is she in?”
Chester. the old black doorman nodded…
‘Why yes, ShalI I ring her for you"
“No’ even more curtly – now was not the time to be nice to the help.
She strode across the gilded vestibule’s polished granite floor, directly to the penthouse elevator. Where Alma the operator waited patiently.
“Its nice to see you Miss Raven, you always look so pretty”
“I’m going up alone Alma..please announce any visitors”
Yes, Miss"
As the elevator sped towards the 34th floor corner penthouse Raven began to calm herself. Reaching deep into her inner chi she began her wind chant – Oh – Yi Oh Yi – Oh Yi..aligning the chant with her heartbeat. She could feel a centering of self as the car slowed to a stop and the door opened into the beautiful traditional foyer. Without hesitation she walked to the end of the foyer and inserted her key into the door…it was unlocked. Taking a breath Raven walked into the apartment, walked down the entrance way into the living area – she was sitting with her back to Raven, looking out the floor to ceiling windows at the view of the River…
as Raven began to speak..Juanita spoke instead" Why Darling what a nice surprise..really though you should have called I am exhausted…I’ve had such a day"
Raven walked around and face the woman “Juanita, we are going to have a talk, an important talk about your behavior and our relationship”
“Really, we are…Oh my, Is there problem dear?”
“Is there a problem dear..yes goddamnit…you are the problem – I won’t stand for your bullshit any more”
“Raven, dear, please there’s no need to curse…it isn’t polite for a young lady to swear at her Mother”.
Raven looked at her mother..“I hope you know how pathetic you are…Skipper told me that she saw you and Caesar coming out of the Alms Hotel last night…late last night…did you fuck him..did you?”
“Now Raven you know I like to play with your old cast offs…it keeps me young and anyway..I’m not that certain Caesar is all that enamored with women anyway – just their companionship and of course their wealth”
“Caesar is not a cast off of mine…” said Raven " I haven’t been seeing him recently but I consider him a…possibility..stay the fuck away from him"
“And if I don’t Darling,” Juanita looked directly at her daughter with steely gray eyes with a countenance of total condescension".
“Mother…stay way from my men. Why don’t you just go down and do Chester..he could use the money and you could get the thrill of some old coon dick”
“Raven, that is unnecessary, Chester is a very nice man and does not deserve to insulted by of all people you…I remember your fling with LaRonne Robinson, doesn’t he play basketball or something for the Bulls?….
“This is not about LaRonne..Christ you are such a bitch”
“Dearest you seem…flummoxed…I was flummoxed once, but I couldn’t get your Father to do it again” Juanita laughed lightly..“I hear and I will obey. I’m just an old cast off myself…”
Raven stood in the center of the room. She realized she’d been holding her breath..she exhaled.
“Alright then we are clear Juanita? …I’m leaving” As she walked around the sof toward the door, her mother called out
" Won’t you stay and have some dinner? I could send Hector over to Rammone’s for carry out Lobster"
“Fuck You Mother.” Raven closed the door silently and walked across the foyer to the elevator.
‘That went well’ She smiled to herself and smoothed her golden tresses as the elevator door opened. Lost in thought she didn’t see the man until she had bumped directly into him…
“Father!”
‘Excuse me miss -" He shoved past her and stormed towards her mother’s door…
She stepped into the car and pushed lobby…‘Oh my God…why did she have to run into him..why was her life so incredibly difficult..why…’
 

but Hanigan in the 2 hole is not a good play. He may have a .360 OBP in 400 career AB’s, but as a 29 yr old that isn’t terribly impressive. Harang isn’t done, he allowed the fewest line drives in the league last season. Francisco’s OBP is an long term issue, despite his power. Bruce has put up pedestrian numbers at the dish the past two seasons but you don’t trade a youngster with his tools (see: Homer Bailey). If he makes the jump this ballclub becomes much more interesting with Votto, BP, Stubbs, and Rolen in the mix. I can live with Janish at SS and a LF platoon if the other bats in the lineup produce and stay healthy.

Can anyone post a link to the Trade Homer Bailey thread last offseason? I’d enjoy reading who was in his corner and who wanted to move him for whatever the Reds could get for him.

My lineup, as of November:

Stubbs CF
Dickerson LF
Votto 1B
Rolen 3B
Bruce RF
Phillips 2B
Raymoan C
Janish SS

I expected Bruce to project as Larry Walker (sans Coors Field padded stats). He still can. Walker started an 16 year run as a 110 OPS+ ballplayer at age 23…as a 22 year old he produced a 24 OPS+. Good luck, Jay, we need ya!

you work with a bunch of fuckin morons who are the problem with society today. Like honestly people are so fucking stupid I can’t stand it. I haven’t always had this superiority complex either. But more and more I can’t stand people. Like don’t your people realize how asine there logic is? Like what the fuck matter does it what kinda leader raymoan is if he can’t OPS over .600 or play more than 75 games. MAKE HIM A FUCKIN COACH FOR A FEW HUNDRED G’s. Spend this money else where. If they fuckin trade Phillips who has a nice contract and will be productive for years to come, I’m fucking gonna be pissed. I bet your people don’t like Phillips, he is probably an uppity n**** to them, with his smile and flash. I love it, you know if i were black and talneted I’d be dick, becuase society fucking hates me anyway, i fucking hate white blue collar folks. Like and these are the people who vote and drive decision makeing. I want them gone.

I’ve got to get my PPF up (pins per frame) above 8.3 on my first ball
and I am really lagging with my STW (spares to wins) ratio of 7.8/7 per frame per game.

With all the different oil patterns and balls available, bowling today is a science unto itself..I hope to bring a sabremtric approach the sport…but I need your input and support.

Boys and Their Balls
The inside look at 4 professional baseball players on and off the filed.

As I’ve not signed a contract yet with Sylde…I feel compelled yo stop work on his novel until I hear from his attorneys. However I have a good feeling that Andromache will be signing up soon to have me ghost write her baseball related work. A fair amount of the action and story takes place in the locker room…this is an intimate portrayal of the inner workings of a pro team sport and the guys who make up the team.

I’ve too many knee operations and lower back issues so I’m asking Santa for a Wie game this year.

Spread the word…this is my best work ever.