It's the second inning, and I already find myself wondering whether anybody would object if someone crammed those two weapons-grade Yankees brats incessantly braying behind home plate down some industrial wood chipper. Like, y'know, their long-suffering parents.
Can't wait for Opening Day and a full major league ballpark where individual screamers don't stand out like that, a luxury afforded to as many as 28 of 30 MLB teams this year.
