Tuesday, October 04, 2005

Marginally less angry, vol. 1, edition 2

Well, well, well. Trot comes up big. Tek plays smart. And Who But W.B. Mason knew that Millar would:

a. go opposite field
b. not bite at the 57-footer in the dirt on 0-2
c. actually make it to 2nd.

6-2. Not a skunk. It still stinks, but it's not a skunk. More like a possum.
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And no sooner do I say that. Millar gets thrown out. 4-5.

4-5. That's like pulling three 7's while playing blackjack.

God, when the Millar era is over, I'm going to celebrate.

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