Ok, that’s it. It’s over.
I purposely didn’t watch the All-Star tonight because I’d heard he was muscling his way into the announcer’s booth. Ever the narcissist, he can’t stand for the all the cameras to be pointed to him all the day. But loving baseball, I couldn’t resist just a little peek – boy was I sorry.
No wonder the Russians wouldn’t shake his hand – they can smell a sissy a mile away.
More discussion at Memeorandum.