Oh, hell. Is this really going to happen? Really? Is it? I've been over the numbers, crunching them through my BODomatic again and again, which must be broken because I was expecting Mauer or Castillo or Tyner or Cuddy for the sommersault--but no. Because everyone, including the BODomatic knows the BODSHC likes a good story--like, say, washed-up, bloated, boozy, beached journeyman pitcher with maybe one last shot to stick with the team before Matt Garza comes up and makes the AL hitters sorry they were ever born tokes up to the plate and pitches a seven-inning, one run game, earning himself a couple more starts and--believe you me, these are not words I ever thought I'd type--you, Sir Sidney Ponson, have your very first Boyfriend of the Day.

Don't look at me like that.

Goober/ Justin 5, Sooz/Cuddy 2, Readers/Field 3, Batgirl/Chairman 2, BabyDash/Bart 1, BatCub/Torii 1, Jeb/LNP 1.

Posted by Batgirl at May 1, 2007 10:50 PM