“Back, back, back, back, back, back, back, back, back…”
No wonder I can’t stomach watching the Home Run Derby.
Tell that guy to please, please, please, come up with some material.
Even I don’t use the “I don’t like cocaine anymore, I just like the way it smells” line every single day.
If you watched last night’s HRD, you noticed that after each at bat, a youngster ran out and gave the All-Star a towel and a bottle of Gatorade. How funny would it have been if they also handed out a small vial of synthetic testosterone, too?
For the record, I’ll take the National League in tonight’s All-Star Game, 4 to 2.
With all that offensive power on the A.L. side, I’m just going to assume they’ll fizzle out.
We’re now to band #9 in my list of all-time “under-appreciated” bands. Yesterday, at #10, it was “Yes”. Today, it’s a band from Princeton, NJ that I’ve always felt didn’t get their due. HERE THEY ARE FOR YOU.