Dear Chris Young:

Don't you wish you were 6 foot 2 instead of 6 foot 10?

"When I hit it, I thought it was going over his head," Pujols said. "But it hit him right in the face. "There was blood all over the place and I began to pray about it and make sure it was all right."

Out of a misguided sense of sympathy and loyalty, we won't drop you this week.

--Vitamin D-amaged Ownership

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