Doug:
I think that just means you're a weirdo. But speaking of studies, did you see that the international doping agencies are now viewing Viagra as a "performance enhancah" in more ways than one?
Mike:
Hmmm, let's see — A drug that regulates blood flow and allows the vessels of the cardiovascular system to relax and that has been around for 10 years and just now the it's dawning on the bureaucrats that it could be used to gain an athletic edge?
Mike:
No wondah the dopahs are always 3 steps ahead of the anti-doping agencies.
Doug:
Wait a second, are you suggesting that somehow the free market is more efficient than government run agencies? And here I thought that government could save us all. Jeez.
Bill:
By voting for a guy who looks more like Joe the grocery baggah rathah than Carl the Ripken the votahs have said to the huddled masses, "Si se puede!"
Mike:
Absolutely. When someone tells you you're too short to play baseball, let the voices rise …
Bill:
"Si se puede!"
Mike:
When someone tells you you're too prematurely bald to play baseball, unleash the righteousness …
Bill:
"Si se puede!"
Mike:
And if someone tells you you're to gay to be married, lift the sword of justice and say …
Bill:
Ah … "This puede shit has its limits you know."
Doug:
Yeah, well, with all due respect, getting "how to win a World Series" advice from Comrade Lee is like getting "top secret hostage rescue" advice from Jimmy Cahtah.
Doug:
I mean those Red Sox teams of the 70s will always be remembahed for their failures rathah than their successes.
Bill:
You'd feel differently if you were a kid growing up with those guys, though.
Bill:
Despite the frustrations and futilities and almost-but-not-quites, those memories are as much a paht of my Red Sox fan soul as anything from 2004 and beyond.
Doug:
Ah, Christ, what next, old man? You gonna try to convince me that disco was a high art form?
Doug:
What is up with the sudden onslaught of RossettaStone TV commercials? Are there all of a sudden people clamoring to learn anothah language or what?
Mike:
Hey, I don't know about you, but whenevah I step off a jet in a foreign airport, the first thing I want to know is "Where is the horse running through snow."
Al:
Absolutely. Followed quickly by, "How much is the goldfish for my aquarium?" You know, the basics.
Tara:
Catchers come, catchers go, but it just won't be the same without Caesar Gluteus Maximus behind the plate.
Susan/Circle:
Seriously. With all due respect to Mssrs. Saltalamacchia or Teagarden et al, you most likely will supplant Tek's offense, you may match his defense and you may very well live up to his pitch calling capability …
Susan/Circle:
But, gentlemen, when it comes to Tek you will nevah recoup the Glutes.
Tara:
I just hope we can part ways with Jason in pleasant, amiable manner.
Susan/Circle:
Ah, hello, his agent is Scott Boras.
Tara:
Yeah, right. Boras is one of those bitches who isn't content to shack up with your old boyfriend, she has to come 'round and key your car too just for good measure.