Steamed? How About Toasted? We'll See....

From Sunday's Herald......."Milton Bradley might have a thing or two to teach his Oakland teammates about anger management before the final pitch of today’s series finale is thrown.
Because the A’s are steamed."
When I think of steamed, I think of a hot dog, slow roasted and juicy, dripping with juice and topped with onions and brown mustard. Maybe a little chili. Chilly...that's the word that just might describe the atmosphere just hours after last night's Red Sox dominance. And the A's are bothered. I could have used another word, but......If Snyder keeps them hitting ground balls, and the A's pitchers do not take the ugly response they think they deserve, then no one gets hurt. And the Sox? We get the win we truly need. And the White Sox? Maybe they'll show up and play, for a change. Wimps. Ozzie's wimps. Right Jess?