Grr. Argh.
My Google juice level is pretty high; if anyone does a search for Jason Butler, I’m the first result. Given that anyone can find anything I write, I’m really glad I didn’t post what I wrote immediately after the game last night. I’ve learned through hard experience at work that it’s often better to publish the third draft, not the first, and to leave the vengeance on the cutting-room floor.
So, my eighteen ‘grafs are down to one:
There’s no crying in baseball. On the other hand, it’s not second-guessing the manager when you’re screaming at the television AS IT’S HAPPENING.
October 17th, 2003 at 3:15 pm
Maybe Dusty and Grady can compare notes in the off season!