Marty:
Feel something, a leviathan perhaps, closing in behind you, Bill?
Bill:
Well, I did catch the aroma of hair grease and heard the jingle of imitation gold jewelry, but 'leviathan'? Not so much.
Marty:
Try a little harder, Bill, as what you smelled was butter because the Yankees are on roll.
Bill:
That's funny, Mahts, because when I hear the words "Yankees" and "buttah" I don't think of roll... but it rhymes with roll, though.
Marty:
Joke while you can, Callaghan, but here's the deal …
Marty:
Mark Teixeira hits home runs from both sides of the plate, again, last night.
Yankees have won 6 straight and are now 8-2 since A-Rod's return
…
Marty:
And, oh yeah, icing on the cake, even off the field this year's sure to be christened MVP
has found his old mojo.
Bill:
Wow, settle down, Mahty.
Bill:
I haven't seen anyone this excited since the time your 2nd wife discovered the solo joys of a
Sybian machine.
Marty:
That's right, stay classy, Boston fans.
Marty:
Meanwhile, prepare yourself to spend the rest of the season counting up your games behind in arrears status.
Bill:
Oh, fuck, that's scary, Mahty, because we all know that once the Yankees get a lead in games up, they *nevah* surrendah it... Oh, Mahty, could you hold, please, I've got a Mr. Roberts on the othah line.
Bill:
Bwahahahaaa.
