Friday, June 09, 2006
6/6/06
THE BOSTON SPORTS NATION APOCALYPSE WAS UPON US:
WHILE DOUBLE-A DAVE PAULEY WALNUTS PITCHES IN FUTILITY FOR THE RED SOX IN YANKEE STADIUM...
NO, PAULEY DIDN'T GET WACKED IN NEW YORK, BUT LIKE VITO IN THE PARKING LOT, SOX HITTERS GOT CAUGHT WITH WHAT LOOKED LIKE SOMEONE ELSE'S BAT IN THEIR HANDS...
OUR FAVORITE SONS PLAY BALL TOGETHER IN LA LA LAND, DONNING HISTORICAL NATIONAL LEAGUE LAUNDRY...
PETEY: Your company stinks Lucchino!!
PEDRO FACES D'LOWE, NOMAR, AND GRADY IN LA-BILLY BALLGAME IS ON THE BENCH WHILE ON THE DL.
- NOMAR AND PEDRO WEAR DODGERS AND METS UNIFORMS, RESPECTIVELY, WHILE RESPECTFULLY FACING EACHOTHER FOR THE FIRST TIME
- NOMAH HITS A HOMAH OFF OF PETEY INTO THE WARM WEST COAST NIGHT
- SURPRISINGLY, THE WORLD DIDN'T END. PEDRO'S TOE DIDN'T FALL OFF, WHILE NOMAR DIDN'T GET HIS GROIN PULLED IN A BAD WAY. NOBODY SLAPPED A PATERNITY SUIT ON DEREK. GRADY STILL WAITED TOO LONG TO PULL OUT A PITCHER.
One Impressed Hamm:
Nomar once again leads the world in hitting, at a grip-n-rip .366, 1000+ obp+slug pace.
STRANGE DAYS...INDEED.
