So ol' man Scrivener says we can split for Patriots' Day as soon as we tie up the loose ends.
Doesn't this happen every year? The rest of the office is out getting pissah drunk and while here we are?
Seriously. Even Lisa the Temp probably has the day off.
Well, it's what comes with having a strong Calvinist work ethic... and by work ethic I mean, of course, an unquenchable fascination with procrastination.
Hey, I voted for procrastination before I put off voting against it.
Anyway, with Dice-K pitching today, what's the rush?
Listen my children and you shall hear
of the gyroball pitchah who disappeared.
On the eighteenth of April, in twenty eleven
Please let Dice-K make it through seven
In the hour of dahkness and peril and need,
The people will grow quiet, in dread and fear
The repeating 3-2 counts make it hard to succeed
Fuck! Bautista just launched one out to Revere.