Doug:
Ah, Jesus, just when you think it's safe to open the Globe, there's
the CHB with one of his "picked up pieces" ink fahts.
Bill:
Gotta love being a sports columnist. I mean is there any othah job in America where you can just randomly turn in a bunch of half-baked ideas and non-sequitahs and expect people to buy it?
Doug:
You mean any job besides being a politician? Heh.
Bill:
Imagine if your doctah pulled a CHB?
Bill:
You go in to his office all crippled up with ailment and the doc's like, "Yo, dude, I'm having one of my 'picked up pieces" days so here's a random assortment of pills the pharma rep left behind... just start popping them and probably one will work. Don't forget to pay your copay on the way out. See ya, suckah."
Doug:
I'm so glad that
when Papi picks up pieces
he actually makes something out of it.
He's in a groove now.
Bill:
Seriously. Ovah his last 27 games and 24 starts, he's hitting .301 with a 1.037 on-base plus slugging, 14 walks, 8 dingahs, and 17 RBI.
Doug:
Do you feel a certain chagrin in joining the "El Popup" club before?
Bill:
Nah. We're not here to be right. We're here to be fanatical.
Doug:
We're here. We cheer and sneer. Get used to it.
