Being a Razzball baseball content provider is tough. Grey writes up everyone and does it in a way that makes the gods nod their heads and say, “We done good. We done very good.” As I was combing Grey’s mustache, I brought this issue to his attention. He responded with, “My Son, I am but a man. A great man, but a man nonetheless. Oh, by the way, you missed a spot on my stache. Anyhoo, after you’re done combing my toe hairs, leave this establishment, head east, and look for the navy blue trash can with the words HERE painted in red. Inside you shall find your answer.” I did as Grey instructed. As I lifted the cover to the trash can, I was welcomed with a pungent, yet satisfying aroma. When I stuck my head into the trash can like an idiot, what I saw wasn’t so bad. It was Jake Odorizzi curled up with his knees holding up his chin, a phone in his right hand, and the browser showing his Fangraphs page. Why did the Odorizzi smell good and why was he smiling while curled up inside a trash can?
Please, blog, may I have some more?