A cloud is descending over Cleveland. Their hometown heroes are getting whip-wiped all over the place. Is this already another lost year? Are we to expect a cruel summer-winter of crystal-shattered hopes?
Adam looks on this and laughs his tushie off. What fools there be in Cleveland!
Look, o Adam, the Fates must deem this perdition just for the Clevelanders; heavy must be the debt they owe the gods; for lo! herenow the bases are JUICED.
Beckham, Pierre, and Mushroom Morel stand at the bases, pointed toward Adam as at an idol. Doctor Fausto, beset on all sides, groans under the weight of the cloud.
Whip-whap goes Adam's bat, and he knocks a double off the right field wall.
Begone, Doctor Fausto! Peradventure in the locker room you will rue whatever blight-besotted bargain you struck to curse your city so.
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Friday, April 1, 2011
Tuesday, April 20, 2010
55th Plate Appearance
Little Zimmy just drove Washingtonians mad with a whack-tastickal dub against the left field fence. He and Cris Guzmnan are on second and third as Adam "motors" up to the plate.
Feeling out the situation, Adam watches the first two pitches, and swings mighty at the third. A miss.
de la Rosa starts throwing the nasty stuff, fast and breaking hard. Adam fouls off two, and two more seem to have crossed the plate, but home plate umpire Bruce Dreckman disagrees. Adam's mere presence seems to have shrunken the strike zone.
de la Rosa, visibly shaken, calls a hasty conference on the mound. Catcher Miguel Olivo obliges. So too does the nefarious second baseman Melvin Mora, who whispers something foul and brilliant into de la Rosa's ear.
It's the killing stroke. A slow-moving breaking ball waltzes its way to the plate. Adam, expecting more heat, crushes the fastball that didn't come.
Feeling out the situation, Adam watches the first two pitches, and swings mighty at the third. A miss.
de la Rosa starts throwing the nasty stuff, fast and breaking hard. Adam fouls off two, and two more seem to have crossed the plate, but home plate umpire Bruce Dreckman disagrees. Adam's mere presence seems to have shrunken the strike zone.
de la Rosa, visibly shaken, calls a hasty conference on the mound. Catcher Miguel Olivo obliges. So too does the nefarious second baseman Melvin Mora, who whispers something foul and brilliant into de la Rosa's ear.
It's the killing stroke. A slow-moving breaking ball waltzes its way to the plate. Adam, expecting more heat, crushes the fastball that didn't come.
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