Pribbs, China guy, what say yes we break out the bicardi limon and ESPN gamecast to ring in the season? My predictions for REDS '06: Carson Palmer out for entire career. Everyone on roster drinks potion made from Paler's brains, Barry Larkin's corn rows, and a huge pube from Sr. Chuck Hustle (have you seen what that guy is packing? Jesus...). A dash of Joe Nuxhall's Jack and Marty Brennamen's spray on old man tan and I think we've got enough baseball shaman to trance our way to the post-season. I hope Great America stocked up on the pyrotechnics and Aerosmith while preparing to change it's name to "Great Fuckin' A-merica Park." Mmm...the sweet smell of a little slap ass in the cages, horse hockey riding the pine, and steamy Popeye's shits up and down the visiting bench when the Cards come to town. Jose Oquendo to Jim Edmonds:
J.O. "I thought my wife got that Skor Bar stain outta mis pantolones, maen."
J.E. "She did. I just put on Tony LaRussa's reading/managing glasses and rimmed out Scott Rolen for a moldy Pez."
Keep it Kosher in the Pepsi Zone,
Chris "The Crappy Left-hander" Welch
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