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Wednesday, August 31, 2005
Go Sox
There's nothing like a Red Sox win in the bottom of the ninth with two outs on a bloopy little Trot Nixon single. The pitching situation isn't looking good for the long run, but we'll still enjoy whatever we get.
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There's nothing like a Red Sox win in the bottom of the ninth with two outs on a bloopy little Trot Nixon single.
Alice was glad to see that it revived him a good deal. 'There's nothing like eating hay when you're faint,' he remarked to her, as he munched away.
'I should think throwing cold water over you would be better,' Alice suggested: 'or some sal-volatile.'
'I didn't say there was nothing BETTER,' the King replied. 'I said there was nothing LIKE it.' Which Alice did not venture to deny.
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