Please Barry, hit one tonight.

I prayed this day would never come, but since God isn’t paying attention or couldn’t care less or is a closet Giants fan, it looks like Bighead Barry is going to break Honorable Hank’s record. So if it has to happen, may it be in Los Angeles. There are so many good reasons for it to happen there. Maybe he will smack it early in the game when the stadium is still empty waiting for the fashionablly late Dodger fans to show up. That would be okay. Or maybe it will be after the stadium is full and the fans are drunk. Then, whenever we had to watch the video of that homerun we could hear the boos and jeers of the Dodger faithful as Barry waddles his shriveled manhood around the bases. I would like that better. And maybe, just maybe, the guy (or gal, I am not being sexist here, just seems less likely that a woman could catch the ball) who catches the ball would have the guts and stupidity to throw it back on the field. I would hunt that guy down and give him a full-on kiss on the mouth. Maybe even some tongue. Depends on how drunk I am. So please, Lord, please, if he has to hit it, could it be today. Or tomorrow. Please.