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Bruce sure hits me where I live--I also am a long gone Daddy in the U.S.A. and hope to be a cool rocking Daddy in the U.S.A.
If Shilling could just speak to me man, you know, where I live, with the soul and stuff, you know, in American, man, not some corporate slick rose-colored advertised and processed reality from Madison Avenue--but down with the real folks in the rust or grain or leather belt with the dirt and the real feeling, and the lonliness and the hope.
I know many people don't get baseball like many don't get Bruce the almighty, but Shilling got to people right where they live when he helped take down the Yanks in 01 with the Diamondbacks and when he helped secure the historic comeback against those same Yankess after his trade to the Sox. Sorry, its true. He shut them down with his foot bleeding and strung together with chickenwire after having a terrible outing in game 1. Bruce gets to tell the band what to play and when. Curt doesn't get to tell Jeter, Williams, Matsui, Rodriguez and the rest not to shell him. He has to go out there and get it done by himself.
But, in the end its all a piece of wood and a white ball, I probably don't really get it like I should--I'm sure if Bruce explained it to me, I would get it. Until then, I say Shill can say whatever the hell he wants.
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