Rack em.
Who needs offense when you can pitch like that?
We'd put our top four starters up against anybody.
The back end of the bullpen ain't too shabby either.
If we could just get some solid production from the middle of the lineup (Gordon, Guillen, Butler, Teahen), this team would be dangerous.
Can anybody figure out this division? We don't see a lot of separation happening any time soon.
Happy May 5. Keep the tequila away from us.
We went to a couple of art shows this weekend. We can't wait to exhibit our boob paintings. We're going to hire somebody eccentric to pose as the artist and instruct him to discuss the finer differences between pornography and art with the patrons over fancy coffee and various cheeses.
We couldn't pick a horse to save our life Saturday. But Big Donkeys' bookie needed the money to pay off Big Donkeys' dad, who won every race he bet on. He even had Eight Bells to place. Too bad about what happened after the finish.
Yes, Big Brown should have been an obvious pick. But his odds weren't any fun, and they're going to be even more boring down the line. If that horse doesn't win the Triple Crown, we'd be shocked.
Watched Waking Ned Devine again this weekend. We love that movie. The Royals are like Pig Finn. They should be perfectly respectable, but they really need to figure out a way to get rid of years' worth of stink.
P.S. If John Bale was a horse, would they have to put him down?
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