10.19.2007

I am justified! I am sanctified! I am purified!

I am mystified. How does Josh Beckett do it? He almost seems totally stoned when he pitches. He's got that thousand-yard stare. Bored. I thought there is no way that JB can be this good AGAIN. Not possible. But there he was.

Does it hurt? Does he wake up tomorrow and feel flattened and sore? Do his knees buckle in the shower? It has to be excruciating, not that you could tell.

How come some big dumb Texan asshole gets to be that amazing?

Do you remember Carter the Unstoppable Sex Machine? What happened to those guys?

"Hello, good evening, welcome... and goodbye."

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