Daniel Cabrera, however, is on another level of suck.
He lives at the corner of Suck & Suck. His pet mice are named Cesar and Crespo. His 60GB i-Pod is full of nothing but Goo-Goo Dolls, James Blunt, and Richard Marx. He has a Tasmanian Devil tattoo on the small of his back. He wears Oakley Razor Blades (my bad- that's Millar). He bet $10,000 on Michigan yesterday. Everything about him oozes suck. Everything he touches turns to suck.
In stark contrast is I didn't know that Jon Lester's name does not contain an H, who is as tough a bastard as they come. He will not fuck around, for this is September baseball and these Red Sox demand total victory. How does this gang of pussies from Baltimore expect to beat a man who wipes his ass with this:














