“It’s just another thing in the book of Joba that has continued to grow,” he said. “Add another chapter, and hopefully there is a few more chapters to come on the good side.”
Of course, this is what he meant.
... And one day, Joe appeared unto Cashman, the lord of management, and spake:
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“O, Man of Cash, hear me!
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“We hath no wings to fly upon, for our bridge to Mariano Rivera hath fallen long ago into sea of Randy Choate.
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“In the pit of mid-game, no lead can is safe, no contest secure. Until we find a savior, our battle is lost.”
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And Cashman replied:
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“Joe, o, ye noble goat of scape, hear me!
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“I know of a hummongus being whose girth and growl portend the End of Days. I hath seen the Leviathan, and it is called Joba..."
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“I know of a hummongus being whose girth and growl portend the End of Days. I hath seen the Leviathan, and it is called Joba..."
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"Oh George, thy middle innings are so harsh and my set-up man is so fat."
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