Doug:
Same thing happens every year — I wait and wait and wait for Spring Training to staht and then forget this interminable period before the season actually begins.
Bill:
I know. It's like back in college when we used to drive to Florida during spring break… We be all giddy crossing the state line and approaching Jacksonville, then the reality would set in that we still had 5 hour drive to Fort Lauderdale ahead of us.
Doug:
Two more weeks until Opening Day. Ugh.
Bill:
Well here's something to while away the time thinking about — How do feel that every outing in the WBC
Matsuzaka manages to max out his pitch count?
Doug:
Seriously, as pissed as it makes me, I can only imagine how white-knuckled Francona and Farrell
must be.
Bill:
But, hell, you know, even though it may mean that Matsuzaka's ahmn falls off by the All Stah Break, at least Dice-K is bringing
great honor to the homeland
and all. You know, priorities and shit.
Doug:
On that note, let's go to the haiku, shall we?
Doug:
Over Mount Fuji,
The victorious red sun —
Rotator cuff wrecked
