I’m gonna be honest with you here, I’ve always kinda wanted to drive a tractor. Get that sumbitch revved up to 8 mph and then maybe throw on a little John Mellencamp. That’s gotta be pretty fucking satisfying.
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You can keep your obnoxious video boards and high-volume audio assaults. Just give me a green field, a cold beer, and the sound of a catcher’s mitt popping.
It’s not said enough, but Sylvester was a good father. He’s a fucking tomcat with a slew of personal problems, nobody expected this level of involvement.
“I’m here with the Underhills.”
“Would you like to order something, sir? I’ll put it on the Underhills’ bill.”
“Very well. I’ll have a bloody Mary, a steak sandwich, and a steak sandwich.”
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If the major league batting average is going to be at its lowest point since 1968 anyway, I’d rather see pitchers try to hit and at least get more of this magic …
“Rudolph, I need you to guide my sleigh tonight.”
“Yeah, well, Rudolph’s got a long memory. Let me check my bag of fucks. Oh, that’s right, it’s empty.”
Al Jarreau beat boxes for @ronnietshirts in his underwear, I have a message for the “That’s not the 70s” crowd, and we talk about a lot of other random shit you’ll enjoy on Episode 1 of the Super 70s Sports Show podcast.
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Pictured left to right: Eric Davis, MC Hammer, some nerd who’s still talking about this night to anyone who will listen, Darryl Strawberry, and Ken Griffey Jr.