So it ain’t quite like that Thanksgiving past, when Theo and crew broke biscuits with the Schilling family. But the signing of Jonny Gomes reminds us that baseball is moving ever-closer, and we just gotta trust that Ben, like Galactus, has some sort of master plan that hopefully doesn’t include the Earth being torn part by a nuclear blast.
Pass the gravy, crack another Pabst, and let the turkey-and-booze-induced coma whisk you away. It’s Thanksgiving, motherf$%kers. And Denton and I thank you for reading.
