And even though I can spend an entire week only quoting Homer Simpson, it doesn't mean I want him on a baseball diamond (softball episode excluded).
I realize my new friend Frank McCourt has to pay off those lack of renovations and traffic cops somehow, but this can only lead us down the thorniest of paths. I lost my mind at the Ohio St - Miami Fiesta Bowl when Buckeye great Eddie George was introduced next to Jarod from Subway, prompting one woman thirty rows away to defend that jagoff. So if I see "The Love Guru," "Storm Shadow," or "Henry (Mutt) Jones III" toss a pitch, I'm storming the field. (Unless Sax takes me to a game... then I'll behave).