After viewing this picture is it any wonder I'm spending a perfectly good Saturday night watching Team Korea treat Team Venezuela like Joe Pesci did with that dude in the bar in "Goodfellas"?
I've dropped hints all winter long, but if the regular season doesn't get here soon I'm more than likely going to walk into the nearest Arby's, drop trou and yell "Give me the #5 combo and make it snappy!".
Putting the cherry on top of the sundae, I'm taking Rakes and several of his closest troublemakers to Chuck E. Cheese on Monday followed by a trip to the indoor pool the following Monday for Trot's birthday party where I'll more than likely spend the whole time worrying about some little booger eater dying while I'm trying to keep MY kids off the high dive.
So it should come as no surprise I spend most of my time away from work sitting in front of the computer, muttering under my breath and growing new gray hairs every 3.7 seconds? The rate I'm going I'll look like Howard Hughes by April the 23rd.
Topping the whole night off is the fact I'm listening to Joe Morgan, Steve Phillips, and John Miller call the Venezuela/Korea semi-final game for the WBC. This is the listening equivalent of someone scraping their nails on a chalkboard while screaming at the top of their lungs and getting kicked in the gibleys by a drunk mule all at the same time.
If you'll excuse me I'm going to be spending the next few hours tearing apart the medicine cabinet looking for that Percosat left over from my sinus surgery a few years back.
Oh yeah; Tek hit a HR from the left side of the plate yesterday.
So all isn't lost.
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