it's only appropriate that today's Daily Dose comes a bit after we've already entered tomorrow...it's just been one of those days.
So, i called the "suspended game version" because it's been a lot like the Sox's suspended contest with Baltimore ...
It existed. It was there. It can be proven...like Juan Uribe's on base percentage... But yet, it didn't seem real...
Like it was an invisible aura that left you feeling like Snoop Dogg in a phone booth...a little groggy, a little slap happy...really, really hungry...maybe feeling like the street is somehow angled down, and to the left...or that you don't even exist at all...like Juan Uribe's on base percentage...
(oh - the Snoop D-Oh-Double G- is strictly, strictly telling new Cardinals draft pick Dominique Rodgers-Cromartie "Dude, tell the people at Starbucks to not put whip cream on your Brazilian Ipanema Bourbon - you just can not get it out of your mustache. But try this cinnamon stick - it's dee-lish!)
to further prove how ridiculous today has been - who pulls into a Dunkin Donuts drive through at 11:48 p.m. and then has to wait in line? Exactly....And I must have had one of these things take a dump on my car...which just added to the joy of paying $3.79 a gallon as I tried washing it off with one of those ratty window washer things....
and anyone ever notice that mattress stores always have the "Open" sign glowing all hours of the night? At first, I thought it made no sense, but then I thought - if it's 2 a.m. and you realize your bed sucks, what are you gonna do? Then you're lovin the fact the mattress store is open...but then again, you really don't have room to negotiate at that point do you?
Rick Armstrong
Jim Owczarski
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