Yep, we're headed for an onslaught of sappy babyfic. Hang onto your hats, girls and boys!

Bochy was speaking for the masses, who watched a supposed duel of Cy Young award winners evolve into a full-fledged shellacking.

The only excitement I had was watching a tartlet in a teeny-weeny bikini that barely contained her truly mammoth assets light a cigarette and suck on it with puckered, painted, Lolita lips.

I stumbled blindly through the forest, branches whipping at my face.