Don’t you love when New Yorkers say the expression, “I got your _____ right here!”  Coming out of the right taxi driver’s mouth, it’s like a cello being played by Yo-Yo Ma.  Sometimes it can get confusing when you are actually trying to tell someone you’ve located something.   Please, blog, may I have some more?

Please, blog, may I have some more?

“That guy looks vaguely familiar.”  “Which guy?”  “That guy on the mound.”  “The Chris Tillman fella?”  “Yeah.”  “Did he used to serve us coffee at the Blue Danube?”  “I don’t think so.  That guy’s name was Ronnie.  And he had dreads.”  “But he was white.”  “Yeah, Ronnie was a white guy with dreads.   Please, blog, may I have some more?

Please, blog, may I have some more?

Brandon Morrow left yesterday’s game with an oblique injury that was considered substantial.  Sounds like he’s headed to the DL.  I’d gloat, but then he’ll return in three days and hit .400 for a month with little power.   I’d say I told you to sell Morrow, but no one likes an “I told you so.”  They’re more unlikable than that Joe fella from MasterChef.  Please, blog, may I have some more?

Please, blog, may I have some more?