In the aftermath of the Tigers’ 10-1 drubbing at the hands of the mighty New York Yankees, I invoke the sour image of one Alfred Manuel “Billy” Martin, former manager of the Tigers, Twins, A’s, Rangers, and the God damn motherfucking Yankees. At least that’s how I’d imagine Martin speaking about his former club, had they beaten his men as soundly as the Yanks did last evening. Probably, too, Martin would have saved a few ripe invectives for his own boys, especially the biggest names on the club, you know, the guys who personally threatened him.
Here we see Martin posing with his extended middle finger on his baseball bat. Yes, he is using sign language, and that profound, distant look, not only to communicate “fuck you”, but to ask God himself if there is anything he, Billy Martin, can do to convince that selfsame God to fuck over anyone and everyone in Billy Martin’s narrow path through life. Including the poor sap taking this baseball card photo. Read more →
