I've had a tedious day at work, where writing stories about David Bowie and Lindsey Buckingham has seemed as difficult as rolling a boulder up that hill in I hated running up in Prospect Park. When it hit 6:30 I thought I would just flip on SNY, do the rest of the odds and ends that have piled up and spend a few innings listening to Keith talk about how cold the booth was at Shea. No such luck--he's off this weekend, so it's only Gary and Ron.
Well, at least we always have the animated version:
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