We are a fantasy baseball league whose draft is scheduled for April 14. Ten men enter (or nine or eight), and one man leaves.

Friday, April 21, 2006

Methinks the Wieder Doth Protest Too Much

He stands astride the league like a Colossus (beneath Moore who stands astride the world). His voice falls on us down below like rain from a high cloud.

1 comment:

mackdoggy said...

"How's the weather down there?"

Moore asks as he unzips

"Raining, I guess."

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