I like reading 38 pitches. And in order to give myself a reason to read it word for word, while simultaneously mocking a yankee fan who demands Schilling's blog be unmasked for what it is (Ed Note: uhhhh awesome?), I've decided to show you the poetry within his posts. These phrases are lifted from the most recent post and beyond editing punctuation, remain in the order they were written. These 'poems' are designed to let hidden truths and profounditry* float to the surface. They are also designed to make Dan Shaughnessy's head explode like a Peep in the microwave.
Fact: Dan Shaughnessy's brain is purple, gooey, and looks extremely delicious.
Awareness for the Shade
I remember watching on different occasions.
What he did was touching.
Our opener was one of those times,
The two best splits of the day - top to bottom.
The angels have another power, a back door.
Count as early and often as possible, (down and off the outer half,
knuckling a little bit).
I have no idea when he came here.
We get more breathing room (once again he wins).
This time around I know numbers would take care of reasons.
Weather: wise. But it’s not fun to watch.
I’ll grab the next few days.
*I know it's not a word - it's called poetic license, and it's not limited just to the poem itself. It is? You sure? Well aren't you just Emily Fucking Dickinson. I'm totally gonna kill that kid who made me this fake poetic license. The picture doesn't even look like me!
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