Sit down, shut the F up and pass me the beef sprinkler... it's time for some Friday Scatterblogging.
My Only At-Bat -- Based on the fact that I look like I ate Cecil Fielder, Team Musers chose to use me sparingly in last night's incredible game. Sadly for Middle America, I was only able to get one at bat in this historic game after spending two months training for the opportunity. Meanwhile, Rich Phillips (who could be the worst baseball player in the history of sex) was complaining about how many at bats he would have to find the courage to fight through from the 9 hole of the batting order. I later offered him $100 to pinch hit for him, but he was too busy thinking about NASCAR to respond to the offering.
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