The Red Sox start another win streak, beating the Cleveland Indigenous Peoples 5-2 …
Bill:
So with a 5-2 lead and Wakefield turning the ball ovah to the pen, I'm thinking thank our inner thetans Foulke isn't on the bullpen value menu today.
Mike:
But then the Mantay Ray comes in and throws 6 consecutive balls and I'm feeling about as comfortable as a psychiatrist at a Scientology convention …
Bill:
Yeah, somebody dial up Tom and Katie and tell them the galactic tyrant Xenu is fucking with our bullpen again.
Mike:
Have You Lived Before This Life? Well, yes the fuck I have. In 2003 and it was called bullpen by committee, and I don't want to live it again, OK, L-Ron?
Bill:
Heh. But all's well that ends well. Mantei recovers, turns it over to Timlin and it's one, two, er, two and a quarter, ah, two and half, three(!) Timlin …
Mike:
Right, no need to dust off the Handbook for Preclears or call in the auditors just yet.
Bill:
Yeah, and talk about The Way to Happiness, ladies and gentlemen, behold Mr. Curt Schilling.
Mike:
Schilling "consistently topped 90 miles per hour on his fastball, and mixed in breaking balls consistently. At one point, he threw 15 straight strikes."
Bill:
Now that's what I call a friggin' alternative to psychiatry.
Mike:
Fuck yeah. Curt is our bridge to total freedom.