Well guys, I tell ya, when the going gets tough...

That's when you gotta reach really far down in to the depths of your soul and wonder how true your colors are, both on the inside and the outside of everything that is right and wrong in this wonderful game.  Maybe every other team besides yours is on HGH, maybe the goat is a satanic goat that goes door-to-door preaching the Book of Mormon, maybe you just don't care and will say yes to that previous point anyways.

For HARK!  There will be a time when the soul is set to the hottest flames in Peoria, when the fish shall jump out of the rivers and walk upon land, heading over to Long John Silver's to take advantage of their combo meals.  Don't regret those moments, campadres.  In fact, don't regret the Padres, they're atop the NL West somehow.

Have faith in the Dust.  The Dust of the Earth.  The truth and liberty of all that is right.  Visit your Chicagoland Chevy dealer soon.  Buy a toothpick and stab your lover in the temple with it.  Keep faith in the Dust.  Of course, I'm talking about Dusty Rhodes, the American Dream.  Who else?

CEDENO!!!!!  HE'S LIKE, YEAH.

Now then.

Repeating these moments in your skull, in every aspect of your wistful, agonizing life, realize that Al's record is perpetuated by deeds of evil.  For Al, as you can plainly see, is not a creature of God.  Rather, he was an experiment gone completely wrong in the bowels of the Louvre one day.  And that is why he became a blogger, for he is pure evil.

Yes.

And he.

Wear the grudge like a crown.  You know, if Mark Prior got hit by a car, it'd probably heal his shoulder.  Beware THE IDES OF MARCH!

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THICKS WOES!!!!

BEWARE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! !!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! !!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!one