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When I have my Johnson on the ropes early, I always make sure I finish it off. Damned Yankees. Maybe last year was an aberration. And I drank a couple Miller Lights tonight because that's what they serve at Fenway. Tastes like piss. Fuck that shit.

So here is my official take on tonight's game. Beware, it is filled with baseball strategy/minutia:

I would rather be repeatedly anally raped by a zwill covered garthoc than nick-named "Bubba."