Dear National League,

Suck it.

B.Y.S. (since 1996),
AL (Designated Hitter Fo' Life!)

(Thanks to Laakso for the image.)

GAME EIGHTY FIVE- EIGHTY SEVEN: Roar.

One beatdown, one extra-innings squeaker, one near comeback on a Daisuke off-day, blah blah blah, All-Star break. Sox barely hold onto best lead in division, too hot in New York (106 heat index tomorrow) to talk blah blah getting swept at home, Tigers are good, Andrew Miller can only throw fastball but fastball all he need blah blah blah early lunch.

GAME EIGHTY: Eastern Influences

Celebrate a split?
With a last place team, Texas?
Sure. America!

Going to Boston
On dangerous Chinese bus.
To find soul, get drunk.

Elect Okajima.
Escobar is good, but
Oka falls with beauty.