Game Fievel Goes West
Did you think the tin man would rust unless you changed his oil? Mr. November sez: "Chase knows that what's good for Chase is good for Chase... I mean Philadelphia. Godspeed my Ferengi warlords."
Some may debate the accuracy of the above quote, but let me assure you, a little birdie told me they heard it plain as day when they were squatting in the handicap stall at Citizen's Bank Park.
Let's just get down to brass tacks and say that A.J. "Choking Hazard" Burnett was quite the marvel this evening, he does not disappoint his audience (alienated Torontonians). The realtime crumble in just under three innings speaks volumes about the power to envision a world without borders, a world beyond the thunderdome, a world where all you see becomes unto thee. I'm talkin bout goin downtown, baby. Cripple the child in their own crib. Eradicate the necessity for the Brad Lidge turd blossom and your reality becomes a sevenfold enigma encased with golden showers and a jubilant parade.
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