Four hour rain delay. Eleven innings of ball. And once again it all comes down to The Henn.
Saturday, August 25, 2007
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Well, Suzyn, I thank you...
Four hour rain delay. Eleven innings of ball. And once again it all comes down to The Henn.
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Henn.
Again.
Pen.
When?
Problem is, there are no more moves to make.
Mr. Torre is bankrupt. Just like a sub-prime loan.
No ideas. No resources. No wildcard. No job.
As we used to say in Brooklyn, " Wait until next year."
- Pee Wee
Torre to Cashman: "I'll use all 'your' relievers evenly, just the way you want, and we'll lose, and it'll be your fault, you little bald nothing, and I won't stop until you beg my forgiveness in public." Is Joe capable of such malice? Ask Gary Sheffield.
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