“And hast thou slain the Jabberwock?
Come to my arms, my beamish boy!
O frabjous day! Callooh! Callay!”
He chortled in his joy.
I never really thought it was possible. The vague maybes of Boone didn't convince me. The shit stats from Double A (Double A!!) didn't convince me. The pretty terrific play of Cabbie didn't convince me.
Who woulda thunk it? Cashman is abandoning his butt buddy Volpe for at least another three weeks? We will be spared the pain of Little Tony batting in the low .200s and choking on key plays?
Volpe is staying in the minors. The Martian is starting to whomp the ball. Rice doesn't have a broken hand. Cody is hot as a pistol.
Maybe there is a God.
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Let us pray.
Lettuce spray.
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