One of the best cures for just about anything (except probably dysentery) is vacation. Getting away from everything, giving yourself a chance to clear the cobwebs from the mind, often helps put it all into perspective. For instance, Joe Girardi started his vacation a little earlier than expected this season and has already come to the realization that he needs better starting pitching. Granted, pretty much any baseball fan could have told him that but sometimes you need a little time away to fully comprehend the obvious.
Maybe that’s the problem with Afghanistan and Pakistan:
They’re pretty limited on the number of countries they can visit without a visa and that definitely complicates things. Getting a visa is a big hassle so people just leave it be. When you do that indefinitely, though, it also limits your vacation options and next thing you know, Taliban.
There is another option, though. It ain’t cheap but it’s a do-it-yourself vacation that only requires a couple trees:
Yep, I think that’s exactly what the Afghans and the Pakistanis need. Come to think of it, Joe Girardi might need one, too, especially if he doesn’t find those pitchers.
Although I am now well aware that Jeff has misplaced himself under a bus somewhere, I also realize that part of the reason for him being under that bus was my absence over the past couple weeks. What can I say? Sometimes a man needs a little vacation and sometimes that vacation comes sans wi-fi. However, having acknowledged that, I think I’ll use this opportunity to pile on a little more.
So, without further ado, come along with me on a frightening and bizarre voyage to the fantasy lands that exist only in the mind of one Jeffery Lung.
Only in the dark recesses of the mind of my good friend and colleague could this:
Apples and oranges, my friend. Seriously, man, what are you thinking? Sure Albert is a great player, possibly the best in the game today. I’m not arguing with that. And I also understand that there are some good looking men out there and more and more often, other men are admitting that they are attracted to them. But this guy? Nope, I just don’t see it.
“The Cardinals Still Would Have Won the 2006 Series Without Tigers’ Pitchers’ Errors”-stan:
I respect the Cardinals. I really do. As I’ve stated before, they have a great tradition and some of the best players to have ever played the game came out of there. And there have been a couple times where they straight up beat the pants off of the Tigers and I don’t begrudge them that.
But the fact of the matter is that those errors by the Tigers’ pitchers set a tone for the entire Series and the Cardinals were able to turn these miscues into runs that ultimately won them the championship. That’s the long and the short of it.
To steal one of your favorite lines, Mr. Lung:
Don’t hate me because of my inability to fantasize about Albert Pujols in a kiddie pool full of tapioca pudding. Hate me ‘cuz I’m right.
As Al and I go to visit our respective families for the holidays we leave you with a festive film portraying our individual caricatures: I am the handsome reindeer; Mr. Krause is the blue squirrel.
May your holidays be warm, may your tidings be bright,
May Pujols win the Triple Crown or take me out to dinner, just for one night.
Too much eggnog.
Don’t hate me ‘cuz I’m right.