Monday, April 03, 2006

I don't like to say it, but...

C.C. made me look a little prescient yesterday. The big reason why I didn't pick the Tribe for more wins (even though Yahoo has 'em down for 95 and most other publications start at last year's total 0f 93) was that they were so damn lucky when it came to the health of their players. Well C.C. started the year off by...straining his abdomen. What the hell is that? That sounds like a made up injury.

At least when another guy with an oversized boiler, the Great Bambino, went into the tank with an injury, the New York media published something everyone could understand: he ate too many hot dogs. I think that's how I'll report C.C.'s early demise: the big bastard couldn't push away from the table and his gut's sore from so much eating. He'll probably be back in 15-20 days.

P.S. In one respect, C.C. was primed and in mid-season form. Did you notice how crooked he wore his cap? He remains primo amongst the imitators on this one.

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