Little Big League
Oh man, Chase Wright, ya poor bastard — you got banged up out there, and I hated to see it happen, but you were doing all right until then — shit, you held your own for awhile, at least as good as Mister “I Don’t Speak To You Until You Pay Me Fifty Million Dollars” on the other side. And as my girl Sars says to the people ragging on your ass,
Plus, in re: the Man, the Myth, the Legend, Dice K: Didn’t impress me all that much. Can’t throw inside, didn’t show a lot of power or bring much mystery or craft — I think guys are gonna have his number pretty quickly, and then start lighting him up on a regular basis. I just hope I'm watching when it happens.
Let's have Cashman call you up before you're old enough to drink, send you to Fenway, and see how you do against the Boston line-up. It's not like we expected him to throw a no-no, so bring it down a notch.Take a sauna, get someone to buy you a beer, shake it off, kid. You’re gonna do OK.
Plus, in re: the Man, the Myth, the Legend, Dice K: Didn’t impress me all that much. Can’t throw inside, didn’t show a lot of power or bring much mystery or craft — I think guys are gonna have his number pretty quickly, and then start lighting him up on a regular basis. I just hope I'm watching when it happens.
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posted by Gleemonex at 2:21 PM
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I just left a comment about being a Boston fan, and the comment box ate it. Conspiracy!
Oh, now it's working... anyway, I said:
"Uh oh, you're a Yankees fan? I'm BoSox through and through. Let's hope Lynn J kicks it up a notch or two so we can make it through the summer still friends."
Can't help it, it's the way I was raised ... ;-) We can be BFF as long as we remember our true wuv: Los Pattersons. For instance, how predictable was today's strip? All Men But Granthony Are Bad, The End.
It's just so sad how there's nothing but loss for old Liz. I mean, she's going to end up with Granthony, but RESIGNEDLY SO, not even a tiny bit of excitement. Her parents could get it up for him better than she could. Sort of like at the end of of Sense & Sensibility, when they marry off Marianne to Col. Brandon, and everyone's happy but she's just sort of along for the ride.
Wait, did I just compare Johnston to Austen? I need coffee.
Oh honey, that's a place you just don't wanna go ...
And anyway, I just keep sayin it: Why must Liz have a boyfriend right now? Can't she just work, go out with her girlfriends, have a little taste of the single life, maybe bang the hot bisexual JV boys' tennis coach in the broom closet every now and then? She's what, 25? It's OK to be single for ten frickin minutes, DAMN.
Dude, I'm 29 and wouldn't mind that life, broom closet included.
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