Aubrey Huffington Posts one into Zimm's glove, two out.
Seriously, every time I step away the Nats score. It's obscene, but a guy gotta smoke his Camels, Flirt, etc.
It's probably for the best as well, because I get to cheer outside the Press Box. I was at the media entrance when Zimmerman took one out to tie it up, 2-2. Jaegler called the shot and I jumped in the middle of South Capitol St., showering ash into my hair and to the graveled cement.
Brad just mentioned that I'm a first base kind-of-guy, and he'd love to see me field a ground ball from Short. He announced my name over Guzman's-announced with a yell.
Classic Brad.
Guz out. Maybe I would be better*!
*That's a thousand suns of impossibility, but I'm going to delete this footnote and let you believe that it is**.
**Note deleted. Score.
Johnson on with a walk. Zimmerman at the plate, two balls to him.
Let's see it, Ryan.
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