And let's take a step back. Again, we're all sad. Torre is leaving. Stand-up guy. Might be a bad decision for the club. But we're talking about a situation where you're feeling misty-eyed for a guy who's turning down a five million dollar base salary because it is a fucking insult to him. Five million dollars. And he's not hitting 97-mph Josh Beckett fastballs or spearing Curtis Granderson laser beams. He's not doing something that only a select few hundred human beings have the physical and mental capacity to do. He's choosing what order to write down names in a lineup (sometimes poorly). He's deciding when to put a relief pitcher in a game (often incorrectly).
actually, i don't have time to write a proper swooning response right now so i'll instead rely on google image search to express my crushitude:
i don't know what's going on there. i think the heart's being impaled by one of those things you light on fire to keep bugs away. i probably could have written something by now. or at least made a blingee. oh well.
Nailed it.By Rich, at 5:51 PM <$BlogItemControl$>
it's clearly one of those "Pocky" (?) breadsticks that is not sweet, but is partly dipped in chocolate, and is sort of gross.By June, at 6:05 PM <$BlogItemControl$>
DAMNIT june.By Mr. Faded Glory, at 7:08 PM <$BlogItemControl$>
i actually switched browsers and logged into my accoun t just to post how that was obviously pocky, which i was SURE nobody else would make the call on.
so curse you juney.
curse you and the pocky you rode in on.
ps i love pocky and coffee.By Mr. Faded Glory, at 7:08 PM <$BlogItemControl$>
yall is so worldly. here i am thinking it looks like a cattail or a punk or whatever. feh.By lupe!, at 12:50 AM <$BlogItemControl$>
THE GREAT MINDS,By June, at 9:17 PM <$BlogItemControl$>
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