Let's call this meeting to order. This is Substance Abusers Anonymous for Baseball Players. As you know, I'm David Wells, Boston Red Sox, who threw a perfect game while half-drunk.Get on with it already, you overweight tub of lard.I wouldn't talk if I were you, Sidney.That's Sir Sidney Ponson to you, greaseball.You can't even throw a fastball, let alone a greaseball, lumpy.You guys gotta, like, chill out man... embrace the whoa-ness of life like I did, dudes...You all know Mark Corey, who with the Mets had an unfortunate episode in the Shea Stadium parking lot after smoking weed as usual...Hee-hee!And now for roll call. Barry?Shut up.Jason Giambi?I won't admit I'm here, but I will say that I'm not somewhere else.Raffy?I don't know how I got here, but I'm prepared to participate fully in this meeting.Julio Lugo?She didn't mean nothin' when she called the police, I swear!Right... Sheff? Sheff? Gary Sheffield, are you here?Um... Sheff's out looking for his degenerate uncle Dwight Gooden in every known Tampa crackhouse. He should have been here by now though...Lemme tell ya, he's got his work cut out for him... Tampa's got a lot of crackhouses, whorehouses, warehouses, courthouses...Well, maybe we should just......steakhouses, wafflehouses... ooh, those are good... firehouses...Greenhouses! They got lots of nice doobies there!Shut up, fools!A-hem-hem! As I was saying, we should adjourn this meeting and go help Sheff find our brother in substance abuse, Dwight Gooden. Let's roll, fellas!