Forget the lasso the moon thing, just close the game
Doug:
Ladies and Gentlemen, boys and girls, say hello to the team with the most wins in the American League, your Boston Red Sox.
Al:
15 games ovah .500
Doug:
Now if we could only had a closah.
Mike:
Seriously, every time Bailey pitches an angel has his wings hacked off, Buffaloed, and eaten by gargoyles in Hell.
Al:
Do they have sports bars in Hell.
Mike:
Yeah, but they're not much different from the ones on earth.
Al:
Ah, bad TV angle, piss warm beer, tramped-stamped ho waitress, mediocre food, and I guy at the adjacent hightop conducting what he believes is the most serious phone meeting in the history of Capitalism at the top of his voice?
Mike:
I'm pretty sure Hell is that cellphone guy next to you 24/7 non stop.
Al:
Most annoying line from loud talking business cell phone guy...
"I'll be traveling on international business but if you can't get a hold of me I'll be checking my email while I'm traveling internationally."
Doug:
Just imagine, somewhere in an undisclosed location, the NSA has supercomputer codenamed Douchebag where all those guys' calls are stored.
Al:
The terrorists have so won.
