F**k Your Birthday

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I must admit that I was seated on the edge of my bed on Tuesday night.

The Yankees and Astros were tied at 3 and the Yankees had the bases loaded with two outs & D.J. at the dish.

“Let’s go!” I said to the screen.

D.J. hit a slow roller that was scooped up by one of the cheaters who threw it wide of first. The dust settled and three runs scored.

Big cheer went up at Camp Clifford, and not because everyone here is a Yankees fan. More so because everyone hates the Astros.

For the uninitiated, the Astros cheated and won a World Series. Their tiny star, Altuve, stole an MVP because he knew which pitches were coming because other idiots on his team were banging on garbage cans to let him know when a fastball was coming because they used cameras to steal signs.

Real scumbag stuff, and instead of owning up to it, they act as if they are victims.

So, we all hate them.

Yankees fans in the stadium spoke for all of us.

They chanted, “Cheaters!” and booed loudly.

They turned their backs to the field when some of the cheaters were at the dish.

In between games on Tuesday and Thursday a report made the rounds:

The Astros filed a complaint with the league because of the relentless taunting.

Boo-freaking-hoo!

I have zero tolerance for the cheating. I am not fan of the steroid cheats. I hate that some of the most cherished records in sports were broken by cheaters.

I see all of their careers as tainted. A-Rod, Bonds and Clemens would’ve been considered all-time greats without cheating. After the steroids, they’re just plain cheaters.

Put them in the Hall if you want, with an asterisk next to their name, and add this line to the plaque:

“He was a cheater.”

As for the 2017 World Series winner?

There wasn’t one.

If you want to keep the Astros there, add the asterisk and one sentence:

“The bastards cheated.”

But leave it to Yankees fans to sum it all on Jose Altuve’s birthday:

“F**K YOUR BIRTHDAY!” The fans chanted.

Classic!

Perfect!

Cheating ass cheaters who cheated the sport.

File a complaint.

Babies.

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