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Welcome to the Major League Baseball on Fox Chatroom!
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JoeBoo: two-and-one, now |
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JoeBoo: /forty seconds of dead silence |
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JoeBoo: Elvis Andrus |
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JoeBoo: one away |
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TheCarver: wait, what? what happened. what just happened |
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JoeBoo: I think I explained it pretty clearly. Two-and-one now, Elvis Andrus, one away. |
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TheCarver: those aren’t… those aren’t sentences. You’re just saying baseball words. |
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TheCarver: like, what happens if somebody is listening to the game and needs to know what happened from the guy calling the game, how could they possibly put that together
I can’t do a book report on Charlotte’s Web and expect "reading a book now, here’s templeton the rat, one away" to pass
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JoeBoo: what’s the problem, Tim |
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TheCarver: explain to plot of "Rockabye Baby" to me |
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JoeBoo: Rockabye Baby, in the tree top now. The bow has withstood the gust of the wind here tonight in St. Louis. No. |
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JoeBoo: down comes baby, and isn’t it ironic that the day the baby was born was the same day Roy Halladay pitched a perfect game here in Philadelphia |
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JoeBoo: /eighty seconds of silence |
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JoeBoo: one away |
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TheCarver: holy sh*t Joe, my brain is literally a puffy cheeto with a toothpick through the middle, when did I become the f**king brains of this operation |
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JoeBoo: if you’d like to hear more, please insert $1,000 |
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TheCarver: Call the Itsy Bitsy Spider. The whole thing. |
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JoeBoo: Eensy weensy spider now. |
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TheCarver: /facepalms |
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JoeBoo: and as you might know, the rain comes DOWN the water spout, and Ron Washington has got to be thinking "injuries" |
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JoeBoo: two-and-oh the count now |
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TheCarver: what are you even counting |
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JoeBoo: /six minutes of silence |
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JoeBoo: the spider, due to the rain, has been washed out. |
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JoeBoo: Weather forecast calls for sun, so for all of us here at Fox Sports, I’m Joe Buck, and I’m going to stand motionless and stare at where the sun will be should it appear
Tim
Tim wake up
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TheCarver: sorry, lapsed into a coma |
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TheCarver: seriously, do you seriously not see what you’re doing … do you not ever listen to this, do you honestly have no idea how you sound |
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JoeBoo: like i give a f**k, this is my dad’s job |
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JoeBoo: the only reason I’m here is because selling energy drinks door to door didn’t pan out
i don’t care about baseball, i’ve been watching tv on my droid since this started, texas doesn’t even have a guy named elvis andrus
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JoeBoo: and speaking of TV, the critics are calling it "darling and irreverent", don’t forget to catch an all new episode of New Girl, this Tuesday on FOX |
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TheCarver: ok i won’t |
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TheCarver: so what’s happening now |
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JoeBoo: men on first and second, one out. Jon Jay, now. Albert Pujols probably on deck. One away. |
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TheCarver: jason jay is easily my favorite st. louis brown |
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JoeBoo: mine too |
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JoeBoo: just kidding, baseball’s been over for like two hours, we’re just getting paid to say bullsh*t on television
I can say pretty much whatever I want
Scotty McCreery is like Hitler. Fire me, bitch
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TheCarver: uh, I think there are people still out there /squints |
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TheCarver: wait, has the game even started
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JoeBoo: /adds Chris Chelios to fantasy football team |
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TheCarver: five-letter word: fail |
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