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Mike:
The OctoBitch in a porn? Jeez, guy, that is whacked thinking even for you.
Doug:
I mean think about it — doorbell rings and it's … The artificial insemination doc.
Doug:
Or there's a knock on the door and it's the dude from the diapah service. No, wait, 8 kids, let's make that 3 strapping dudes from the diaphah service.
Doug:
Or how 'bout this — Sound of door chime. Cut to an Australian on the doorstep with a goat … and a bottle of Sriracha.
Doug:
It's like this — An artist has to aim higher than morality, exist beyond parochial conventions of right and wrong, sacred and profane.
Doug:
You know aht for aht's sake and all that.
Mike:
Speaking of aht, there *was* a grapefruit game last night.
Mike:
And the Bard, well, he "was as
constant
as the norther star."
Al:
Ah, but remembah, "All that glisters is not gold."
Mike:
Screw your courage to the sticking place. It's only
Game One
of GFL.
Doug:
Seriously, to over think spring training, well, "That way madness lies."
Tara:
The surest harbinger of Spring is Tim Wakefield taking the mound in the Grapefruit League.
Tara:
I mean how cool is it that Wakes has been with the team since forever?
Susan/Circle:
Seriously, Tim Wakefield
is our constant
as we traverse time and space.
Susan/Circle:
So they needed to reframe his stance.
Tara:
Ah, yes, the age old axiom is proven again — size matters.
Your omniscient author in absentia:
As I mentioned in the comments a couple weeks back, my day job underwent a reorg and now the London office runs the whole operation.
Consequently, my new Master and Commander will be here in the U.S. most of the week for an inspection. This means I need to come in extra early to get the H.M.S. Bounty swabbed and rigged for sailing into uncharted waters and that will cut into my normal strip writing time.
Your omniscient author in absentia:
So I'll see you back here on Friday, perhaps sooner.
And, oh right,
God Save the Queen
(She ain't a human being).
Mike:
Well, at long last the lack of female restroom facilities at Fenway
has been solved.
Susan/Circle:
A girl need not even leave her seat.
Mike:
Pink hat? Check. Pink FUD? Check.
Mike:
We survived the recent round of layoffs, yet it still feels like Sword of Damoclese is hanging ovah our heads.
Susan/Circle:
Seriously. Are you as scared as I am about the future?
Susan/Circle:
It's really stahting to effect my social life.
Mike:
Absolutely. Now instead of simply considering the "Hot enough?" factah, I need to also compute the work vs energy equation.
Susan/Circle:
I know. I'm considering hooking up with survivalists just for their access to canned goods and weapons.
Doug:
Whoa, wait a second. I thought you libs were all in favah of "spreading the wealth around"? Don't you have any compassion for the poor, downtrodden, victims of the small mahket?
Doug:
It all sounds like socialism to me.
Bill:
Don't make me come ovah there and go all
Travis the Chimp
on your ass, mmm-kay?
Bill:
You know where that lady went wrong though?
Doug:
You means besides friggin' living with a 200lb chimpanzee, feeding him steak and lobstah, letting him drive a cah and giving him Xanax? No, tell me …
Bill:
It's like this — When you have a 200lb chimp with a
history of violence, then only invite a friend ovah to visit if the friend's name is Ditka.
Doug:
But seriously. Who the frig lives with a chimp anyway?
Bill:
Oh, I dunno, I don't think it's that ridiculous. I mean
Michelle Damon
seems to manage it just fine.
Doug:
Yeah, well, when A-Rod takes
Vadge from the Crypt
down to Poundtown, it's not as bad as necrophilia, but that doesn't make it right.
Doug:
Yeah, and the government "stimulus" is going to create 4 million new jobs.
Mike:
Dude, I can understand you dissing the gov, but bashing El Papi? Have you no shame?
Doug:
Since when is a healthy skepticism a bad thing?
Doug:
Oh, and by the way, he's not back-to-back with Manny in lineup anymore in case you didn't notice.
Doug:
OK, I like where this is going …
Mike:
You guys remembah Dennis "Oil Can" Boyd?
Doug:
Hell, yeah. Who can evah forget him
saying
"I am The Can, and I am going to come right at you with my best shit, and if you can hit it, I want to see how far Bo Jackson can hit The Oil Can."
Doug:
And then Bo Jackson taking Can's first pitch 515 feet ovah straight away centah.
Al:
Isn't this like hearing how some 80s band is now playing at the county fair in front of 50 fahmahs in overalls?
Mike:
Hey now, guy, you've gotta respect the aging rockahs *and* the aging ball playahs like Can who are willing to risk embarrassment and will play for nothing simply for the the chance to play.
Mike:
It's just in their blood.
Al:
Yeah, when you put it that way. I wish I was that passionate about something that I'd be willing to do it forevah and for nothing.
Al:
I appreciate your new found élan here, Doug, but I confess I don't have much love for being a mid-level marketing managah.
Doug:
No, dude, not your job — I'm talking about being a Red Sox fan.
Doug:
Think about it. You'll be a Sox fan whethah you're rich or poor, healthy or dying, happy or sad.
Mike:
Absolutely. I mean speaking for myself, while the nuances have changed slightly, my rooting for the Red Sox today is intrinsincly no different than when I rooted for the Red Sox when I was 6 years old.
Doug:
And it'll be the same when you're 96.
Al:
OK. You're right. Being a fan of the Red Sox is the constant.
Al:
And while I'd be willing to go watch the 49 year old Oil Can to see if he has indeed been égiven back the fastball,é you won't catch me watching Foreignah play at the
Hopkinton Fair, OK?
Mike:
Pitchers and catchers have reported …
Al:
All and all I don't think you could ask for a bettah Friday the 13th in February.
Doug:
But, you know, a ballball playah gets caught using steroids and Congress leaps into action! Jeez.
Bill:
Yeah, you know, national priorities and all.
Doug:
Yeah, well, that's all hugs and kisses until you balance it with Will Carroll's Team Health Report.
Doug:
And that's not the kind of "red" we want with our Sox.
Bill:
Ah, c'mon, you saying you have a problem with J.D. "Judged Disabled" Drew being backed up by Rocco "My Muscles Stopped Working" Baldelli who is backed up by Mark "Bad Back" Kotsay?
Doug:
Looks like the Front Office is going to roll the dice in 2009 the way they did in '06.
Bill:
Yeah, and that worked out well. Heh.
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