Seconds after Curt Schilling reached back like a pimp, and struck out Tomas Perez, as Joy of Sox put it, "on...pitches of pure gas," my friend Ryan encapsulated the sound effect of his lunging, tumbling, fist-pumping punchout with an imitative shout of: "MMMMMM-GAH!!!!!!!!"
I think that about sums it up.
Oh, and the following message I had on IM when I got home tonight from my friend Leeann: "Dougie get up!! Aaaagh!"
Confidential to Josh Beckett: that's how we use the heat. Hope you were taking notes.
Oh, and Curtis? I thought I've made it clear in the past that we do not barehand the ball. I hope you'll think about that in future.