I have spent the majority of my day dealing with banks over a car loan, so needless to say, I am cranky. Like really cranky. It's nearing the level of cranky when the White Sox beat us to get to the playoffs last year. Ok, it's not that bad.
But then I happened upon this little gem. And I feel better.
Justin- your blogging skills leave a little bit to be desired. But we love you nonetheless. And I would love to hear Joe's take on your little bromance. Because to call it anything other than that is just silly.
In other news: We play Seattle tonight. On the road. Which makes my stomach hurt. I don't understand how a team with such a small amount of skill can consistently kick the crap out of us. I mean, when Carlos Silva is supposed to be your ace, it's bad. Really, really, really bad. I can only assume it's because we have offended the baseball gods in some form. Someone washed their socks, or ate something else for dinner and now it's all gone to hell. So, boys: try to appease the gods and maybe we'll win tonight.
Oh, and Denard? Your homerun was awesome. Especially because it looked like a Plinko game at the end. That's just straight up skill.
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