It had to happen while I was forty five hundred miles away, dinnit? Scrooge McLoria has finally, mercifully unloaded the Rainbow Warriors into the lap of Derek Jeter and his plethora of pezzonovante for the princely sum of $1.2B, ending one of the most nauseating chapters in Macondo sports history.
Well, though I regret missing the party tonight, I’m sure there’ll be more of ’em once I get home next week and the paperwork is done and the stink of Scrooge McLoria and the Chihuhua, and the ineptitude of Michael Hill, are – in the words of Judge Holden – erased forever from the minds of men. And Anoles.
Yeah, and good freaking riddance to you too!