Schadenfreude

Last night at Lectura Dantis we were discussing the Terrace of the Envious in Purgatorio and the conversation went to Schadenfreude (oh, how appropriate that we keep that word in German). Now, I know Schadenfreude is bad.

But...

This doesn't exactly break my heart. You know, poor guy wouldn't have been so plastered if he had been eating foie gras.

And, yes, I consider his Oakland A's days the darkest days of the team. I would rather have had Pete Rose here.