While the Yankees were busy giving each other lap dances. Beckett was dominating the California Los Angeles Angels of Anaheim San Abismo with some of the nastiest stuff he's thrown all year. Late in the game he was still in the high 90s and still painting the corners better than those mexican dudes who hang around outside of home depot. Ironic, because i think those same mexican dudes were in charge of the TBS production van too. what the hell was that broadcast all about? Jose Mota looked like some random fan they just pulled out of the stands to do commentary, and the game breaks were more akward than a fart in church. Those three guys have less rapport than two pickles and a jar of mayonaise.
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