"I want a raise. I want to go home. I want sex. I want a cookie."
Sweet fart-huffing Jesus, are you comparing one of the great third-basemen of our time to Screech? (At least, I think that's Screech; I'm not great at identifying Saved By the Bell graduates.)
Great third baseman or no, if the unfortunate facial hair fits...
I mean, I like Casey Blake and all, and he's very good, but.... one of the great third basemen of our time? I mean, if that time is like, tuesday at 9:24 pm....
All right, Anne, I will concede--especially in light of events from last evening of which we shall speak no more--that I may have been guilty of engaging in some degree of hyperbole when describing Mr. Blake. I would justify this by stating my utter horror that a Cleveland player should be so very shabbily treated as to be compared to an actor whose only noteworthy accomplishment in the last decade has been to leak a sex tape in which he gives some poor partner a Dirty Sanchez.
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