The day I got to Los Angeles after I got traded, Chase Utley was the first guy I saw. He welcomed me. He gave me a big hug. He was, like, 'You. You are my brother.'
If I meet pals, we do hug each other, and it's very nice, you know... it's something that's come on me late and became second nature, and it's first nature now!
Or was he saying, "Hi! Wanna play?" And I did. Of course I did.
It's long been a cliche in Washington that if you hang a lamb chop in your window, guests will come.
His faithful dog salutes the smiling guest.
Brown bird welcomes white wave. Wander no more, dear traveler.
