The Friscalating Dusklight: But can she pitch the eighth?
Posted on July 1st, 2008 – 5:17 PMBy Michael Rand
Stu passes along that rather strange image, culled from the often amusing pages of Walk Off Walk (where one of the co-proprietors is Deadspin comment guru Rob “Rock You Like An” Iracane). So we shall close this evening (and perhaps start next morning) with a little caption writing contest. We’ve given it our best shot (read: we spent 37 seconds) in the headline. We’re guessing that if you spend just a little longer, you can create some homespun goodness. Or something really crass. Yeah, probably the latter.
6 Responses to "The Friscalating Dusklight: But can she pitch the eighth?"
Oh, so that’s why my parents referred to it as a “handshake” during “the talk”.
Give me your tired, your poor, your control pitchers.
France’s gift to Carl Pohlad for brokering the Louisiana Purchase.
Man, what a sweet set of bronze twins.
Clarence +1
“And here we have Liberty. Her choice of weapon is the torch when ‘Naked Man’ Mike Redmond comes up to her nude in the clubhouse.”
After the evening with Ms. Liberty, Minneapolis became ever more curious, experimenting in all kinds of new and depraved ways. Shamed, St. Paul moved back to the old neighborhood, never to mention such events again.
