I Met Al Leiter Today

[Guest Johnny Dickshot]

WHAM.

[Guest Edgy DC]

It'd be pretty interesting to see the transit strike inconvenience Al.

[Valadius]

I had "'Twas the Night Before Christmas" in mind since I got on the train. Just needed time and the internet to look up the poem.

[Zvon]

Thats kool beans Val.
Are you sure it was his daughter?


BADABOOOOOM!

[Valadius]

Comments on the poem, anyone?

[Guest Johnny Dickshot]

Kapow!

[Guest Edgy DC]

Val's semester is over but he's still grade-grubbing. It's so freaking cute.

Great job..

[Guest ScarletKnight41]

Very good job Val

[G-Fafif]

Neat poem! Al and I are old pals. I saw him sitting in front of the Starbucks across the street from the team hotel in Cincinnati in 2003, furiously chatting up a guy who appeared to be one of the writers. I circled the block for half an hour and never got up the nerve to interrupt and say hello. Then I went back to the room and spent half an hour telling my wife how I had just spent the previous half-hour. As we were going out, we passed him as we were leaving and he was entering the elevator.

"Hi Al!" And for reasons still unknown to me, I gave him the thumbs-up.
"Yeah, hi."

Made my day. Fans are so easy.

[Guest Bret Sabermetric]

G-Fafif wrote: Then I went back to the room and spent half an hour telling my wife how I had just spent the previous half-hour.

which is the male equivalent of listening to pointless blather about some incredibly detailed but totally non-consequential encounter with one of her friends.

[Zvon]

Valadius wrote: Comments on the poem, anyone?

its freakin classic. :):)

]In, boxers! In, blue jeans! In, polos and t-shirts! In, laptop! In, slippers! In, iPod and sweatshirts! To the depths of my suitcase! To the end of the hall! Now roll away! Roll away! Roll away, all!

[G-Fafif]

Bret Sabermetric wrote: which is the male equivalent of listening to pointless blather about some incredibly detailed but totally non-consequential encounter with one of her friends.

To be fair, I do just about all the blathering in our family, especially when the encounters are imaginary.