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June 19, 2006



I had a brief moment when I first turned on the TV where I thought "wow, Bronson's gained some weight." But then I remembered.


Snyder even has a high-ish leg-kick - it's uncanny.

How many of these wet-behind-the-ears kids and journeymen off the scrap heap have taken the mound for us, mumbling "Sorry", this year? And how many of their games have been lost? Two? To not have lost ALL OF THEM is a stroke of brilliant good fortune.

Hear, hear. I was once again prepared for a train-wreck last night, and it once again didn't happen. Unbelievable.

Boston Fan in Michigan

Jen's dead on. He's like if you took Bronson, and then surgically removed half of BJ Ryan's neck, and implanted it into the stick that Bronson keeps his head on.

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