And so another chapter is written in the epic that is Pedro J. Martinez: My True Story in Baseball.

When did he have you in the palm of his hand this time? When he walked to the mound, his playful demeanor in Cincinnati replaced by that gunfighter's stare? When he was forced into the possibility of [...]

I don't want to alarm comely Christine Glavine, but maybe I should have stayed in bed with her husband.

Though at long last I consider myself firmly entrenched as one of Tom's acolytes, perhaps I need to extend the above thought for clarity's sake:

Maybe I should have stayed in bed with her husband pitching a perfect [...]