Watching the Red Sox dismantle the Orioles earlier tonight (before God sent a thunderstorm of biblical proportions over Camden Yards, suspending the game and causing me to unleash a stream of profanities in my mind over the fact John Smoltz is DEALING and may not come back out to get the official W) the following events took place.
Rakes, stretched out on the couch next to me was playing with a used cell phone he got from his Papa today and, I thought, paying no attention to what was happening on the television.
Gary Thorne, or he who I wish would get run over by a Zamboni on his next hockey telecast, was going over the all time winningest pitchers in the post-season. Smoltz was first, Tommy Glavine was second, and Gred Maddox was 5th or so. Thorne then pontificated, in that annoying way he says most things, that Smoltz, due to pitching again this season may have ruined the chances for the Three Amigos of Atlanta (Smoltz, Glavine, and Maddox) to enter the Hall of Fame together 5 years from now.
As soon as "Maddox has retired" came out of his mouth, Rakes hollered the following:
"Maddox has retired? I LOVE Maddox!"
Just when I think I'll never laugh that hard again, my future Juvenile Delinquent goes and proves me wrong.
Tarp is coming off in Baltimore, so here's to Smoltz getting that first win as a Red Sox a little later on.
On friendship and (more) healing.
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