//So this weekend Amy and I were - say it with me now - out at a bar, //
Yeah...it just occurred to me that we've been doing this a lot lately. Hee.
I feel bound to point out that that conversation was just our creativity speaking, and not the booze, given that we were drinking Bud Light, which means we were drinking water all night.
Some of y'all jokers should pop by next time and get in on this.
//But, I mean, what else are you gonna do when a kicker gets liquored up and shoots his mouth off?//
Where is old idiot kicker these days?
Remember how Herschel Walker just blew everyone away as a freshman but never quite managed to play at that level for a whole season again? That may be the fate of Mr. Ellsbury. You would rather keep some kid outfielder with one good year than a left-handed pitcher at the peak of his game? Loyalty's nice, but c'mon, Santana's not a reclamation project or nutjob or clubhouse poison -- he's just the best pitcher around is all. Ellsbury: cute but iffy. Santana: dead solid lock.
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