...is Scott Erickson beating up on us again! Damn it, this is the last chance I may give them for a while, so I'll see your predictions with some hysterical myopia.
Hits: I'll take the over. Way over. Like 14 hits, damn it!
LOB: Under. Ridiculously under, I say! 3 runners. That's it. 3.
Murderer's row: 9 for 15, 2 Walks, 11 RBI. Easy math, my friend. Easy math.
This evening's glorious 16-2 thrashing will jump start our 110 win season in high fashion. Mark my words.
What's my record on calling these kinds of things, anyway? And where did this empty bottle of Bourbon come from?
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