Ozzie—What is he that builds stronger than either the mason, the shipwright, or the carpenter?

Jose—The gallows-maker, for that frame outlives a thousand tenants.

Hilarious.

Guess you had to be there. Pardon me, I’m going downstairs for a Scotch egg and some Coleman’s for my sinuses.

Now that Slobbering Ozzie is feesh accompli, despite all the tuning and assorted other psychokinetic, alchemical, infernal, yogic and rhetorical forces I expended against this unfortunate situation, and his first pointless expulsion a matter of akashic record, there’s no point in rehashing the reasons why bringing him to Macondo was such a catastrophic mistake. He now takes over my arguments and lives them out in full view of the discerning and indiscriminate alike, permitting me to concentrate on the rest of the team, the ownership, administration and associated public relations, financial and political scandals currently erupting in Macondo around them and their giant Cuisinart™ of a stadium with with the regularity of a vibrating cesium atom.

And when was the last time a skip got booted in spring training? Surely Bobby Cox has done that.