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Don't Blame Me, I Voted for Kodos
Sunday, October 19, 2008
Tonight we dine in hell
Jon Lester. Game 7. Getcha popcorn ready.
If Francona can get it through his head that he needs to put up four fingers every time Bossman Junior Upton comes to the plate, we just might pull this off.
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