Thursday, April 16, 2009

Do not send me a picture of R.J. Swindle...

For you will tear apart the dreams of a 336 month old boy. For when I look at the Brewers recent call-up, I see visions of a young Brad Leland complete with the muttonchops of the American Chopper dad. He has thunder in his left arm and a damsel he's about to tie to the train tracks in his right.

He is the cult hero the Brewers need to nullify the bad start, or at the very least? Get me hope for when the magic of the Huntsville 5.5 finally reach the Bigs. Every good team needs a cult hero, and with the magic of High Chief Swindle...

The Brewers have theirs.

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