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Vanover is back... yuck.

Bottom of the ninth, and it's obvious that Larry Vanover is behind the plate in black.

The man has a screwier strike zone than C.B. Bucknor on acid.

All I can say is thank God his crew's not umpiring in a series with either Raggedy Andy or Roger Clemens on the mound.

Well, I can say one more thing... thank God the Cubs sent Maddux to the Dodgers instead of the Mets. Vanover would be giving Maddux every call and footrubs between innings.

And... Scott Boras' bitch Carlos Beltran gets banged up while robbing Berkman.

I'm amazed the crowd isn't cheering.

Go get your MVP award on crutches, you backstabbing bastard.

Comments (1)

Lionstone:

I had the pleasure of being at this game.
A sizable portion of the crowd actually booed Beltran when he stood up. I can't say I blame them.

There's nothing quite like 43000+ booing the guy every time he touched a ball. I hate to say it, but I'm glad he hurt himself. Berkman deserved that homer more than Beltran deserved the highlight-reel play that robbed it.

The world is not right.

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