If you make t-shirts, then Mickey will be there.
Major league potato salad.
Feeling nostalgic, Parish picked a fat guy with a beard at random, and then punched someone for getting to close to him.
There are at least three couples having kayak-sex in McCovey Cove behind Mickey.
Why, Jake Peavey, how do you do?
“Fine. Thank you. Nice to meet a fan.”
Look at you all poured into that uniform. What’s your batting average?
“I’m a pitcher.”
I was hoping.
What kind of grip do you use on your balls, Jake Peavey?
“Just one E in the last name.”
One E, got it. What about a D?
“Listen, man: I’m in a relationship. We met at a show. Right on Shakedown.”
That sounds like a bad idea.
“No, it’s wonderful. I’m very happy. Oh, there they are.”
“YOU GOT A PROBLEM WITH POLYAMORY, BIGOT?”
“LOVE IS LOVE!”
You guys know Captain Fuck?
“HE MARRIED US!”
“AND THEN FUCKED US!”