An ancient doctor with ancient ideas

The Red Sox clobber the A's 12-2 …

Doug:
So much for that "revenge" the A's were gonna dish. [Laughs]

 

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Bill:
Rock 'em, Sock 'em, Red Sox! Only thing wrong with last night's game was the weather … 47 degrees at game time the last week of May?

 

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Doug:
Tell me about it. I was there and it was downright nippy. I think I caught pneumonia or some shit. [Coughs]

 

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Bill:
Well, lucky you don't have to depend on the Red Sox medical staff for a diagnosis. Now Mueller is going under the knife? What the fuck?

 

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Doug:
"Calling Dr. Howard, Dr. Fine, Dr. Howard" [Laughs] Oh, I'm sure he'll be back in no time, just like Nomar and Trot.

 

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Bill:
Yeah, I love the motherfucking certitude of "day to day"

 

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Doug:
You realize the Sox are now one injury away from Cesar Crespo being an everyday infielder.

 

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Bill:
I feel like an ancient doctor with ancient ideas … Do you think it would be possible to have small holes drilled into my skull so that good strong drugs could be poured down on to my brain?

 

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