*Image courtesy of Kelly O and www.sittingstill.net*
When I finally shuffle off this mortal coil and go to the great beyond, I'm pretty sure my tombstone is gonna read the following.
PAPELBON KILLED HIM.
That, or HIS SON WAS TROT. YOU DO THE MATH.
Sox win 6-4 and if you put a mirror underneath Tito's nose?
I see Fog, baby.
It ain't over yet.