Monday, September 18, 2006
Catch a Tiger by . . .
Ok. It's late in the baseball season, and the Detroit Tigers no longer have the best record in baseball like they have all year long. That distinction now belongs to the hated New York Mets. There is the chance that this could be another subway series with dismal ratings that only a Lee Mazilli fan would enjoy. However, the season is wrapping up to be a real thrilla in Manilla as the ghost of Kirby Puckett and those surging Minnesota Twins prepare to overtake Leyland's Lions. But don't count out the Jim (Thome) Sox even though they probably stink like an old used pair of gym socks right now. I think they'll go down to the wire, and perhaps a little cheating like a dropped third strike. But then, they don't cheat in baseball, steriod boy, do they? Certainly, not on the South side of town.
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My old friend Matt told me he never met a Met he didn't meet. Matt gave me a mitt... and a mutt. A real meat eater.
Are you sure, you're not Yanking my chain, Yank. Yessiree, I yi, yi, yi, yi when I go to Yosemite, because it reminds me of Yonkers.
Are you talkin' tough Tiger? Time to tame your truculence. Take a hike!
Toodle-oo
Indeed! Your insolence is insufferable which is indicative of an independent Indian! I irrefutably intend to investigate, you idiot!
Really?! Rampant rudeness renders me rather Red. Regular roughing you up is required. Rodent!
Fine! Feel my freaking fingers form a fist, you Phillie!
Brave boasting buddy, but you better button it brother before I belt, bludgeon and bully you buster.
Go get guts, guy. My Giant goiter grabs you like a grey goose guffawing in the groin. Get going.
Quite a Card. Caustic commentary can't cause credible correspondence. Calmly create coolness, Cubby!
Please pipe down Padre. Perhaps, psychiatric persons can perform a phased proposal or at least a placebo?
Right. Really, you're a Royal rash on the rumpus, Rocky. Write routinely respectable remarks regularly, rascal.
Drat! Dude, don't dare drag dumb dialogue. Dubious distinction downright from a draft Dodger!
Roger, Ranger. Real radical response. Right on.
Oh obviously, this outrageous offensive overt overture is over like an ostracized orangantuan ostrich. Observe in October an obscene oath to only obsess for oranges or otherwise an Oriole cookie with your overbite or you'll be obese. Offer open, ogre?
All A's for alliteration at you, Ace. Awesome activity and actions are alright again. Anyway, all around accurate authoring!
My masquerade makes me misty, mostly like a maudlin Mariner missing mistletoe melodies. Maybe Mayberry may be made into a movie?
Naturally, no one needs National notoriety now. Notwithstanding nonsensical notations nightly noted nearby. Nifty, no?
Actually, assumptions all allow Astro-nomical anomolies, and an actuary asks all acknoledgements to acquiesce. Alright?
Blah, blah, blah, blah, Brewers, blah, blah, blah, blah.
Yada, Yada, Yada, Yadier Molina, Yada, Yada, Yada, Yankees, Yada, Yada Yada
Poor Placido Polanco played pepper plenty past Pittsburgh Pirates Parker, pal.
My main man, mighty Marlin Brando made movies more moribund. Maybe my movie mavens may mistakenly move more manic Mickey Mouse masterpieces, mister!
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