The funniest part was when I returned home and told my friend Robyn and she was like "Travis Hafner?? But he's hitting like .340!" or something. And I was like "he struck out that night."
Oh, I didn't know it was an actual designated hitter.
Well, you don't really want a guy nicknamed "Pronk" on your resume anyway.
Yes, as I told a drunk Cleveland Indian who was hitting on me at the Hilton in Anaheim a few years back: "I don't do married, I don't do American League and I sure as hell don't do designated hitters."
What a douchenozzle.
Also? java is made of total and complete win.
Indeed. In honor of the Buffistas I think we'll name it The Zeppo.
Heh. I was going to suggest the Buffistamobile.
And I was like "he struck out that night."
Poor professional athlete. It rends the heart.
And I was like "he struck out that night."
ba-dum-BUM. java, you're like an action hero, with the one-liners and the awesome!
More than once, apparently.
I am 100 percent behind THE ZEPPO.
And now I am tempted to hunt down the actual date and check the box score of the game to see if he, in fact, struck out all night!
"Zeppo" is useless, though, right? Your car will be very useful! It's a "Chico" if not a "Groucho".