Adam Dunn at the plate, 2-2.
*Stood next to him when he autographed stuff for some bigwigs in the first row during BP. I couldn't make out exactly what he said, but I think it was: "Matt Shirley, I love your blog and I'm also a huge Stendhal, Kubrick, and Rolling Stones fan. Would you like to accompany me to the Palm for Black Label and Black Angus and discuss the finer merits of Nobokov versus Russian counterparts who never left the USSR?"
At least, I think he said that. It was windy.
In the time it took me to write that tripe, Dunn did nothing and Kearns grounded out to end the inning. What a gip.
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