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Mike:
Are you kidding me? I'm worried that I have no worries.
Mike:
Yeah, but the thing is, whenevah Shaughnessy pens one of his "feel good" pieces, it always feels like I'm being offered a plate of meaty hors d'oeuvres by Jeffrey Dahmer?
Mike:
"Jeez, Jeff, these look delicious, what are they?"
"Oh, those are just something I whipped up from some leftovahs in my freezah."
Susan:
And strangely, but strange in a very, very satisfying way, the diametric opposition of fortunes between the Yankees and the Red Sox becomes more acute with each passing day.
Susan:
Yet anothah example of how A-Rod can't get anything right … If you're going to cheat on your wife and get your misdeed plastahed all ovah Page 6, at least do it with an A-List courtesan and not some white trash bimbo you plucked off the stage of the Jerry Springah show.
Mike:
Sigh. The ol' dropping the shouldah move just ain't what it used to be.
Bill:
That was the best Memorial Day weekend evah!
Bill:
And this through 50 games this is the best staht since, cue ominous music, 1986.
Mike:
An already fantastic weekend make all the sweetah by Youkilis not only extending his hitting streak to 20 games but also getting that inside the pahkah.
Bill:
That is my favorite moment of the 07 season so fah …
Lisa the Temp:
Have you noticed, peeps, how the 3-day weekends are stretching into 4-day weekends around here?
Lisa the Temp:
Luckily Lisa is on the case and picking up the slack.
Doug:
Is it just me, or has Schilling pretty much been "teh Suck" against the Yankees since the Ballad of the Bloody Sock?
Bill:
Yeah, well, the shutting up 55,000 Yankees fans consequence of the Bloody Sock pretty much gives the Schill a perpetual carte blance with me with regard to performance.
Bill:
Besides at 9½ up, it's hahd to get too flustahed.
Bill:
Ah, yes, the glory days for New York. Maybe, too, if they bring back disco, the Son of Sam, double-digit inflation, the Love Canal, and garbage strikes all will be well again in Skankeeland.
Doug:
Good times, good times.
Susan:
Thank God for the small miracles in life.
Susan:
Yeah, well, I'm gonna cut those Guidos some slack.
Susan:
Think about it — Who knows what kinds of repressed A-Rod memories were triggered at Disney upon seeing a big-eared mouse wearing white gloves?
Mike:
Yeah, it's a small world, aftah all.
Bill:
Absolutely. Our fate is sealed. The mystique and aura is unassailable. Time to put our heads between our legs and kiss our asses goodbye, et cetera, et cetera.
Mike:
So you want to do Thai for lunch?
Bill:
I dunno, sometimes Thai is just, you know, a tad too Thai to the tummy.
Bill:
Now you're talking. Love me some Phở.
Bill:
Well, like the song says — Qu'est que c'est phở phở phở phở phở phở phở phở phở phở bettah.
Bill:
No kidding. As David Ortiz says: "We don't need to worry about nobody right now. Everybody needs to worry about us."
Doug:
But speaking of airports, I got stuck yestahday in the air traveller purgatory of the Hartsfield-Jackson Atlanta Craport and had to enduah watching Kason Gabbard's superb debut via the technological backwater of TBS.
Bill:
Ah, yes, "the chatty, focused, yet effusive," Chip Caray.
Doug:
Dude, did you know TBS has the rights to this year's Division Series?
Bill:
I vaguely recall hearing that — But can't be any worse than ESPN or FOX, right?
Doug:
Well, you'd think, except that as my 5 hour, vodka-tonic drenched relationship with TBS made as clear as is possible in 480i — TBS does not broadcast in HD!!
Doug:
Seriously. What the frig is wrong with people?
Bill:
I guess it's what you'd expect from Ted Turner. The guy was cutting edge at one time but is now stuck in the past.
Doug:
Seriously, just look at the Braves. Hey, Ted, 1990 called and they want their wife beatah manager back.
Susan:
If Tavarez can pitch like that, I don't care if he doesn't know who his mothah is, let alone knowing who Ernie Banks is.
Mike:
Absolutely. I've nevah understood the fan and media preoccupation with playahs needing to know, cue musical flourish, "The History" of the game.
Susan:
Really. Look at Keith Foulke. The dude didn't even much like baseball, yet that doesn't detract from the fact that he played a pivotal role in one of the greatest moments in the entiah history of baseball.
Doug:
Cocky? Are you kidding me? Aftah a loss and a rain out, nothing for a man to do but sit around and think.
Mike:
Thinking and thinking, 'till there ain't nothing you ain't thunk?
Mike:
C'mon, dude. That's the nature of the 162 game season. It's a long journey. Just follow the yellow brick road.
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