Friday, April 1, 2011

Pete Rose is now one of those awesome old ladies at the ballpark who travel in packs and feel nothing but rage for everyone and everything


For the first few weeks of the season you'll be like, "I wonder what that is that Pete's knitting every game, must be a pretty major project." And then one day you'll notice that he's not knitting any more. And in that very same moment you will realize that he is wearing a truly breathtaking Reds lopi. And it will all make sense. And by "it" I mean "man's place in the cosmos."


KS
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3 comments:

  1. DukesApril 1, 2011 at 8:01 PM

    I heard he got drunk and accidentally drank Marge Schott's ashes, hence the get-up

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  2. KSApril 2, 2011 at 9:50 AM

    Easily the best explanation I've heard.

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  3. JacksonFebruary 4, 2016 at 8:21 AM

    This may well require traveling across the nation to have the ability to analyze and draft prospective players. They're ordinarily geared with laptops, note cards, stopwatches, and radar guns. Jason

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