The Sox beat the Rays and over in the National League Randy Johnson throws a perfect game …
Mike:
Man, Randy Johnson throws a perfect game!
Bill:
Unbelievable. Only the 17th ever! And he and Clemens are giving us 40-somethings a dose of the feel good.
Mike:
Yeah, between what Pinto is calling "the year of the old pitcher" and the breakthrough in erectile disfunction meds, you old-timers are in the mofo house! [Laughs]
Bill:
More good news: Randy Johnson's price tag to the motherfucking Yankees just went through the roof!
Bill:
Anything less than a sweep of the D-Rays and I'll be needing an extra session of therapy.
Mike:
So how is that anger management issue working out?
Bill:
You kidding me … I'm like the motherfucking dala lama these days.
Mike:
Yeah, if the dala lama happens to struggle with an incessant compulsion to take a bat to water coolers at the slightest provocation. [Laughs]
Bill:
[imitating Pesci in Goodfellas] What, I amuse you? I make you laugh? I'm here to fuckin' amuse you? What, like a motherfucking clown?
Mike:
[Laughs] No worry. You'll be calm as a Stepford Wife with Schill on the hill tonight.
Bill:
The AL's most dominant pitcher against the AL's worst hitting club? Auto-friggin-matic.
