I confess I was fully prepared to watch the bullpen squandah Workman's incredible staht.
And by "fully prepared" you, of course, mean that you'd have screamed to the television that "Nietzsche was right!" and then stormed off angrily to bed angry.
Precisely and where, if I was lucky, I'd dream I was a 1960s era dolphin shot up with LSD getting a handjob from a coquettish researchah.
And people wondah why we watch baseball?