Alpha Male Scott carved out his niche in the corner, far from the babbling Brookes.
But poor Pat Sajac -- a man who can recite the infield fly rule like his social security number -- sat in front of a blonde jumbotron of flowing hair, roughly the size of Secretariat's saddle. And she had important things to say -- (Sexist alert!) you know, a new fingernail salon, Lindsay's DWI, that Balloon Boy thing is a disgrace! -- during pitches.
Look at how hard Pat is staring into the abyss.
Uh-oh. Did somebody mention Octomom? God, Pat is sooo tired of hearing about Octomom.
For an inning, both Pat and Scott leave. (A going problem or a growing problem?) By the time she left, the Angels are in deep doodoo, and Pat bows his head in misery.
I would NEVER want to sit in those seats. All that money to stare at the Umpires rear end all night. Scott Boras's Dream
ReplyDeleteI wonder if they have weeny warmers down there, below ground level.
ReplyDeleteI wish I had a bowling ball.
I would use their heads for targets and launch from second base.
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