Laughing at ourselves
Tis a dark night, indeed. At some point in the next 48 hours, the M’s will announce the signing of Jarrod Washburn to the Eric Milton Disaster Contract. This award was previously known as the Greg Hibbard Memorial Contract, but Milton was awful enough to own the title outright going forward.
With the fanbase on the verge of jumping off a collective bridge, I feel like the situation needs a little levity. Serious analysis will come after the signing. For now, let’s all laugh ourselves to sleep.
Going shopping for Kevin Millwood and coming home with Jarrod Washburn is like fill in the blank. A few that hit me:
Ordering a pupu platter, yet being served a poo-poo platter.
Attempting to buy tickets to a DePaul basketball game, but accidentally ending up with tickets to a RuPaul show.
Drafting Baby Jordan, and then realizing that you came away with Harold Miner.
Going to see Cirque de Soleil in Vegas, but accidentally wandering into the Celine Dion concert.
Hearing Sean Connery is starring in a new film, and then seeing the League of Extraordinary Gentleman.
Being setup on a blind date by a friend with a model, and then finding out she was the before picture for a laser hair removal ad.
Like seeing 14 comments in response to a thread I posted on esoteric run values, and then realizing that 9 of them are by Corco.