There is nothing better for soothing a bruised inner child who just had a favorite player leave his baseball team (again) than a viewing of one of the movies that make up the five bedrocks of his lame sense of humor.
Jim Abrahams and David and Jerry Zucker, today you lifted my spirits in an orgy of bad puns and stupid sight gags. I thank you.
You obviously know of what movie I doth speak, so I’m not going to insult your intelligence by naming it. If you don’t know the other four, then I’ll give you a chance to guess. Then, surely, I’ll tell you.
And I won’t call you Shirley.
You realize, of course, we are buying Pedro this winter. He will be placed in stocks on the corner of 161 and River Ave., everyone who wants to gets one free swing, and then all is forgiven.
(Except for Posada. Georgie gets to beat his ass for a week.)
From a Cleveland fan, I completely understand. Don’t worry though…you can look forward to growing bitter about it and hating him for the rest of his career. Oh wait, he didn’t choose to leave, he was traded….sorry, just used to the other way around.
I totally would have made a guess at this, but I’m afraid I picked the wrong day to stop sniffing glue.