Whoa. Cold night out at Coors Field this evening. Wet, chilly, and rather long. Some bad bullpen work that just about undid a big lead wasn't too fun to have to endure. It was a wild game....and one that thankfully ended with a W.
I'm hearing about "magic numbers" and shit.
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Next time, let me wear your Rockies gloves if you aren't going to wear 'em!
And the magic number is now 7, with 11 games to play.
Not sure what that pic has to do with the Padres, but, that's right, I am the manager.
Rappaport embodies everything that is the whale's vagina.
... the rockies hoodie re-emerged this morning.
'scuse me sister, I gotta take a shit.
Did the Inspector emerge wearing that hoodie this cold autumn morning?
Glad to hear it wasn't lost at Flatirons too.
"My butt itches like crazy...and I took a shower. Can I help you?"
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