*Official* 7-6 No one cares anymore; TB 3 SOX 0 Postgamer
Sale ought to find a tube sock, stuff it with baseballs, and pound the hell out of every position player on this pathetic excuse for a team.
And when Sale is done, he should hand said baseball-stuffed tube sock to Quintana, to repeat the procedure, just for good measure.
The universe is the practical joke of the General at the expense of the Particular, quoth Frater Perdurabo, and laughed. The disciples nearest him wept, seeing the Universal Sorrow. Others laughed, seeing the Universal Joke. Others wept. Others laughed. Others wept because they couldn't see the Joke, and others laughed lest they should be thought not to see the Joke. But though FRATER laughed openly, he wept secretly; and really he neither laughed nor wept. Nor did he mean what he said.