The Blue Jay Way

Greetings from the American League, which is like real baseball except instead of every position player taking his turn at the dish, the pitcher gets to send some geriatric out of the WWE to swing in his place.

There's a fog in Northern Queens, and my friend has lost his swing. They'll be winning soon they said; now they've lost themselves instead.

I know it’s been a rough time in Metland. Not only has our facial Sampson not grown a stache, but he even went negative-hair. Cue Wrightslump.

Over here in AL-la land, we have this kid named Zack Greinke. By now you’ve probably heard of him. He pitches for Kansas City. He wishes he was born a shortstop. He’s un-hittable. I’ve heard of hot streaks, but nobody could get so much as an earned run on him in four straight starts. Yet Wednesday night, someone in the American League finally managed to put up a score on this kid.  How’d we do it? Ask the Policeman on the Street…

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