Your omniscient author in absentia:
I've managed to pick up some nondescript upper-respiratory, fever, sore throat, aches & pains illness that began on Friday and continues into today.
There was a time when I would have just worked through it and punched out a new strip—These are not those times.
Doug:
I confess I'm don't feel any special fervor for John Farrell.
Doug:
But, a vis-à-vis our last manager, hearing his name doesn't make convulse eithah.
Mike:
Yeah, I confess to not having any particular skill at assessing a potential manager's abilities aftah being underwhelmed by the Francona hire originally. Shows you what I know.
In a group of Soxaholix, a woman speaks:
Then again maybe it's fitting...
In a group of Soxaholix, a woman speaks:
I mean we've got Ben Cherington confessing that the front office wasn't "disciplined enough"...
In a group of Soxaholix, a woman speaks:
And then in the same story you've got the same Cherington telling us that a "healthy" Lackey will will be counted on as one of the five starting pitchers in 2013.
In a group of Soxaholix, a woman speaks:
Yeah, talk about a razor blade in your Halloween apple.
In a group of Soxaholix, a woman speaks:
Trick or treat, bitches.
Bill:
Who knew the toughest paht of breaking the sound barriah during a free fall descent would be getting the friggin ascension balloon off the ground in the first place?
Doug:
Oh, I'm sure Joseph and Jacques knew?
Bill:
The who?
Doug:
Sigh. Your reaction is so typical...
Doug:
It's a god damn shame that hahdly anyone knows about the Montgolfier Brothers, the friggin fathahs of aviation.
Bill:
Hey, this is 21st Century America. It isn't valid history unless Hollywood makes a movie about it.
Doug:
"In a world where men were bound to the Earth...
Two brothers. One sackcloth. And a lot of hot air..."
Bill:
That's a staht but you're gonna need, you know, a cliche Hollywood plot trope of some sort.
Doug:
OK, got it...
"In a world where men were bound to Earth...
Two brothers, a dream to touch the clouds... and the woman they both loved!
CUT TO EXTERIOR, A FIELD OUTSIDE OF ANNONAY, FRANCE
'O Joseph! O Jacques! Ne pas me faire choisir! Il est vrai. Je t'aime tant!'"
Bill:
There you go. Cast Nora Arnezeder in the role of the temptress and I'm Fandangoing the fuck out of that.
Al:
Yeah, but here's the friggin rub — Van der Sloot's prison-spawned progeny will already be conniving his or her kindergarden classmates into nefarious predicaments involving blunt sciccors and paste while the Red Sox will still be looking for a closah and a 1st baseman to replace Gonzalez.
