I would like Roy Halladay to be my husband.*

In between the innings of offensive explosion, Doc kicked many kinds of ass. But my favourite moment of the night was Doc screaming "FUCK!" when he walked Show Pony, even though it was 13-0 (at the time).

And my brother expressed his disgust at the from-the-tv visible garbage behind the hot cantina girl station behind the plate and told me to blog about it. So...there was from - the -tv visible garbage behind the hot cantina girl station behind the plate. Done and done.

*Note from poster on SOSH. They were lusting heavily after Doc "Do the Jays have him locked up for a few years?" (yes, fuck off) , even speculating over how good he would look in a Sox uni. I'd have to gouge my eyes out with rusty spoons. Yes, they would have to be rusty.