We laughed, we cried, we laughed and cried about Eric Hosmer.  Take off your homemade aluminum hat that you wear so aliens can’t hear your thoughts and think back to March.  You had that argument with your mom and you ran out of the house screaming, “I wish you were Evan Longoria!”  Then when he went to the DL, you ran back into your house and screamed, “I love you Mom, can I move back into the basement?!”  Then you streamed Philip Humber for his perfect game and you thought that this was a great time to change your hummingbird tattoo to a Humberbird tattoo complete with his likeness.   Please, blog, may I have some more?

Please, blog, may I have some more?

I don’t have enough spam, give me the Razzball email newsletter!

Weekly Razzball news delivered straight to your inbox.
  • This field is for validation purposes and should be left unchanged.

That title is lifted from Jimmy Dickens’ A Tale of Three Cities, the younger brother’s blatant ripoff of the classic novel.  For what Jimmy Dickens lacked in originality, he made up with his ability to avoid cholera and scurvy.  His brother, Charles, used to say it was because Jimmy was the rat spreading the dreaded disease.   Please, blog, may I have some more?

Please, blog, may I have some more?