Dear Run-and-Hits

Thank you for having a nice big Sunday and bringing us somewhere in the neighborhood of 500. Mr. Pujols, you make me want to barf, but I'm gonna keep running you out there everyday because if I ever sit you I know you're just going to hit 4 grand slams. Mr. Sheffield you also make me want to barf, and I think I'm going to sit you until it warms up, but I have faith you will be back.

mkd

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