Wait. What? Baseballs are black? Maybe in Jose Canseco’s perverse version of reality, but not in the real world, which is a locale this guy normally chooses not to reside.
I understand that he was trying to find something to rhyme with Shaq in order to complete his little Tweet Poem, but jeez, there are so many other options available.
How about “roses r red, shrunken testicles in my sack” and so on and so forth? Gross, yes, but entirely more accurate. Probably. Not that I want to know.
Or, “roses r red, acne on my back” yadda yadda yadda.
And these are just off the top of my head. C’mon, Jose, you’re better than this. Okay, he’s not, but at least he isn’t tweeting about Sasquatch and the Loch Ness Monster. That’s nice.