And just as hope was returning to the land, a tough kid from the wrong side of the tracks turned up, clubbed three hits, made poor Dr. Cakeburn cry and ruined our trip to Detroit. (Then again, it is Detroit--just going there ruins your trip (
badum-ching!))
You Miguel Cabrera are a poopy-face, a big, fat, home-run-hitting, poopy-face!!
I hope there are no poopy-faces in Baltimore.
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