Al:
I'm not sure I quite know what to say — 7-0 against the Bronx Daubahs pretty much says it all.
Doug:
Yeah, all I know is if Timmah continues to get the wins, I'm going to continue pay homage by way of a daily wake and bake.
Mike:
Well, I will say this — Papelbon continues to make me chew tinfoil.
Doug:
Seriously. One of the big pharmaceuticals should feature him in ad spots for hypertension meds.
Mike:
No kidding. I think I bust a blood vessel in each eye every 9th now.
Al:
And, as we've learned from the ubiquitous Levitra ads "hypertension can lead to erectile dysfunction."
Al:
I mean if Paps keeps this up next thing you know it's you and your sig othah sitting in separate tubs and staring like dumbfucks into the sunset.
Doug:
Speaking of ineffective wangs, ladies and gentlemen, boys and girls, now pitching for the Yankees, Chien-Ming.
Mike:
I liked the way George King put it — "Wang pitch with the command of a 4-year-old playing pin the tale on the donkey."
Doug:
Remembah when Wang was anointed as the Yankees saviour? Bwahaha.
Mike:
But before we go and get too carried away, let's take heed of what Bob Ryan writes this morning: " … the Red Sox only lead those guys by one game in the standings. And if they don't beat 'em tonight, the two will be tied."
Doug:
Jeez, did Ryan take ovah for Shaughnessy as the Globe's official cockblockah?
Al:
Meanwhile, if Penny can somehow summon his innah Quartah Poundah with Cheese, we'll be 2 up and the cockblocking can be postponed for anothah day.
