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Doug:
I think that just means you're a weirdo. But speaking of studies, did you see that the international doping agencies are now viewing Viagra as a "performance enhancah" in more ways than one?
Mike:
Hmmm, let's see — A drug that regulates blood flow and allows the vessels of the cardiovascular system to relax and that has been around for 10 years and just now the it's dawning on the bureaucrats that it could be used to gain an athletic edge?
Mike:
No wondah the dopahs are always 3 steps ahead of the anti-doping agencies.
Doug:
Wait a second, are you suggesting that somehow the free market is more efficient than government run agencies? And here I thought that government could save us all. Jeez.
Mike:
I love how Tazawa refers to Dice-K as "the presence above the clouds."
Al:
Yeah, wait until he meets Lestah and Beckett — Through morning mist, what mountains there?
Mike:
Congratulations Dustin
AL MVP
Pedroia.
Mike:
With this vote, faith in our national pastime has been restored and the oceans have stopped rising.
Bill:
A win for Pedroia is a
win for all of us
who've evah been told we're not good enough.
Bill:
By voting for a guy who looks more like Joe the grocery baggah rathah than Carl the Ripken the votahs have said to the huddled masses, "Si se puede!"
Mike:
Absolutely. When someone tells you you're too short to play baseball, let the voices rise …
Mike:
When someone tells you you're too prematurely bald to play baseball, unleash the righteousness …
Mike:
And if someone tells you you're to gay to be married, lift the sword of justice and say …
Bill:
Ah … "This puede shit has its limits you know."
Doug:
Who and the fuck would want to buy the Cubs in the first place?
Mike:
Hey, the Cubs annual frustrations are what make them good business investment. They have a devout and loyal following.
Doug:
A loyal following of losahs.
Doug:
Seriously. Mark Cuban probably wouldn't have been caught for insidah trading if he hadn't jinxed himself wth the Cubs.
Al:
Absolutely. The Cubs are like King Midas in reverse, anyone who touches them turns to shit.
Mike:
C'mon, one of these seasons the Cubs will turn it around and be world champs.
Doug:
Yeah, and I heard so will General Motahs. It's just a mattah of more time and more money, you know. It's a sure thing.
Doug:
Awesome. In honor of the day, I plan to use as many people as possible.
Al:
So not much of a hot stove so fah.
Mike:
And
Tazawa
and the possible return of every Sox groupie's fave gropah,
Derek Lowe.
Doug:
Ah, dude, if that's your definition of hot stove than I've a got a tea light in a taht warmah with your name on it.
Al:
Psyched. Now I know what to get Mike for Christmas.
Mike:
Jeez, thanks guys for making me feel like Jennifah Aniston at baby showah for Angelina Jolie.
Doug:
Yeah, well, with all due respect, getting "how to win a World Series" advice from Comrade Lee is like getting "top secret hostage rescue" advice from Jimmy Cahtah.
Doug:
I mean those Red Sox teams of the 70s will always be remembahed for their failures rathah than their successes.
Bill:
You'd feel differently if you were a kid growing up with those guys, though.
Bill:
Despite the frustrations and futilities and almost-but-not-quites, those memories are as much a paht of my Red Sox fan soul as anything from 2004 and beyond.
Doug:
Ah, Christ, what next, old man? You gonna try to convince me that disco was a high art form?
Doug:
Yeah, just take a look at Debbie Harry.
Bill:
Listen, kid, don't mess with Blondie.
Doug:
What is up with the sudden onslaught of RossettaStone TV commercials? Are there all of a sudden people clamoring to learn anothah language or what?
Mike:
Hey, I don't know about you, but whenevah I step off a jet in a foreign airport, the first thing I want to know is "Where is the horse running through snow."
Al:
Absolutely. Followed quickly by, "How much is the goldfish for my aquarium?" You know, the basics.
Doug:
Yeah, I can see it now, Theo asks the scout, "So you think Tazawa can handle the stress of playing in Boston?"
Doug:
And the scout replies, "Beats the hell out of me, but when it comes to horses running through fields of snow, he's prime time."
Tara:
Catchers come, catchers go, but it just won't be the same without Caesar Gluteus Maximus behind the plate.
Susan/Circle:
Seriously. With all due respect to Mssrs. Saltalamacchia or Teagarden et al, you most likely will supplant Tek's offense, you may match his defense and you may very well live up to his pitch calling capability …
Susan/Circle:
But, gentlemen, when it comes to Tek you will nevah recoup the Glutes.
Tara:
I just hope we can part ways with Jason in pleasant, amiable manner.
Susan/Circle:
Ah, hello, his agent is Scott Boras.
Tara:
Yeah, right. Boras is one of those bitches who isn't content to shack up with your old boyfriend, she has to come 'round and key your car too just for good measure.