Doug:
Once again, I'm soooo glad I set my panic demarcation at 3 games.
Bill:
So right now there's a half a game between you and complete and total loss of bowel control?
Doug:
Abso-fricken-lutely. How 'bout you?
Bill:
Me? Ah, no sweat. I went and saw Dr. Robert and said, "Doc give me whatevah the fuck Francona is on …"
Bill:
So now I'm rockin' like an autistic with ne'er a care in the world. Tonight we'll go get 'em, you know, rah.
Doug:
You think Manny's coming back?
Bill:
What are you insane!? Manny can't come back because he might get hurt!
Bill:
We need to wrap Manny in bubblewrap like an overripe kumquat and save him for those all-important games next April and May.
Doug:
Seriously. Why win today when you can win tomorrow? Or the day aftah? Or the day aftah that?
Bill:
Rock me Amadeus.
