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Beat me to it, Greg.
I'll play the radio on Southern stations because Southern Belles are Hell at night...Gregerson facing Smith, Fowler and Helton. Smith grounds out for the 1st out.
The Easternmost in Quality...the Westernmost in Flavor!!Gregerson? One out.
I'll play the radio on Southern stations because Southern Belles are Hell at night...Fowler singles to center.
I'll play the radio on Southern stations because Southern Belles are Hell at night...Fowler singles. One out for Helton.
The Easternmost in Quality...the Westernmost in Flavor!!Gregerson clearly has tight cheeks, right now, as he's gone a quick 2-0 to Helton.
The Easternmost in Quality...the Westernmost in Flavor!!Helton flies to left for 2nd out. Tulo up.
The Easternmost in Quality...the Westernmost in Flavor!!
Tulo pops to Gonzalez. Padres win, Padres win.
I'll play the radio on Southern stations because Southern Belles are Hell at night...I'll let you handle the Jints-100 yr Drought game. I'm off to bed.
The Easternmost in Quality...the Westernmost in Flavor!!End of five, 1-1 at AT&T.
I'll play the radio on Southern stations because Southern Belles are Hell at night...bigblaster:I'll let you handle the Jints-100 yr Drought game. I'm off to bed.
Hope I have more good news for you, tomorrow.
I'll play the radio on Southern stations because Southern Belles are Hell at night...End of six, 1-1.
I'll play the radio on Southern stations because Southern Belles are Hell at night...Middle of seven, 1-1. Either the Cubs really suck or Fat Penny has found a new stash of Vitamin S.
I'll play the radio on Southern stations because Southern Belles are Hell at night...End of seven, 2-1, Gints. Bowker goes yard. Hope Penny wore his ass out running to first on his hit.
I'll play the radio on Southern stations because Southern Belles are Hell at night...Cubs see something like six pitches and it is now the middle of the eighth, 2-1, Gints.
I'll play the radio on Southern stations because Southern Belles are Hell at night...Going into the ninth, 2-1, Gints. WhineyAss Crybaby gets to face Lee, Hoffpauir and Fontenot.
I'll play the radio on Southern stations because Southern Belles are Hell at night...Lee draws a walk.
I'll play the radio on Southern stations because Southern Belles are Hell at night...Hoffpauir, first pitch swinging, pops to Sandoval. One out.
I'll play the radio on Southern stations because Southern Belles are Hell at night...Fontenot, first pitch swinging, pops to Uribe. Two outs. I see a pattern here.
I'll play the radio on Southern stations because Southern Belles are Hell at night...Lee steals second and Gene Velez gets up slowly. His ribs are gonna hurt, tomorrow.
I'll play the radio on Southern stations because Southern Belles are Hell at night...BAKER GOES YARD, 3-2, CUBS! NICE JOB, WHINEY-ASS!
I'll play the radio on Southern stations because Southern Belles are Hell at night...WHOOOOO!!!!!
doctyper.comWhiney-Ass gets out of the inning by striking out Hill. Bottom of nine, it will be Marmol facing Uribe, Winn and Ishikawa. Bochy took out his only offensive threat in this game, Bowker, for defensive purposes. Winn bats in his place.
I'll play the radio on Southern stations because Southern Belles are Hell at night...Marmol strikes out Uribe on a 95mph fastball off of the plate.
I'll play the radio on Southern stations because Southern Belles are Hell at night...Winn beats out an infield hit to short.
I'll play the radio on Southern stations because Southern Belles are Hell at night...First and second, one out. Errant Thrower up.
I'll play the radio on Southern stations because Southern Belles are Hell at night...Marmol punches out Thrower on a slider a good foot and a half off of the plate. Two outs. Fred Lewis to pinch hit for Whiney-Ass.
I'll play the radio on Southern stations because Southern Belles are Hell at night...Marmol strikes out Lewis. CUBS WIN.
I'll play the radio on Southern stations because Southern Belles are Hell at night...That takes out the Jints. Now the magic number for the playoffs is one (still have the Braves.)
The Easternmost in Quality...the Westernmost in Flavor!!