Waddaya Say?

What do you say when the weather is perfect, the sun is shining, there's a day game today with the Plotzers in town to play the World Champs, it only takes 20 minutes to ride the Plotkicycle along the Bay from World Headquarters to the ball yard, the Bike Coalition lets you park your bike for free in a protected pound under the stands and the Cha Cha Bowls are still delicious?

You say no FREAKING way am I going to watch the Plotzers get shut out by the Champs. No way am I spending money to cheer on this hopeless team, until they dump all the old guys and let the young guys play. You say you'll watch on TV until the Champs score their first five runs and then turn it off and stay pissed off until Laker season.

You say Rupert Murdoch seemed like a terrible owner at the time.

You say somebody needs to tell Vin Scully to retire, that if he reads one more puff piece about a player's wife we are all going to throw up.

You say you've got other things to do, like floss.

That's what I say, anyway.