But it was one of the only ones I thought would look nice on you. The others were, I don't know, they weren't you."Meredith stood in the center of the...room shaking her head. Brock was about to protest that it was his money and he could spend it as he liked when she cut the thought from his head."That's it," she declared. "Take off your pants. I am going to show my appreciation in the only way I physically can right now."When Brock didn't move, Meredith marched forward and pushed him backward on. “DAMMIT! Why the Hell did I drink so much last night?” he asked himself as he wobbled his way to the bathroom.As he staggered through the hallway, he caught a whiff of the familiar scent of bacon frying in a pan. This didn’t strike him as odd until he stepped up to the toilet and started relieving himself.“Who the fuck is cooking?” he asked, turning towards the door as if the cook was right next to him. The sound of urine hitting the wall and floor refocused him.After cursing himself for making. 35 in the morning.You happily exit the lift, the city's air pollution greeting you as always as you unlock your car and slide onto the driver's seat.You can't help but smile as you start to drive to work and by start,you really mean it as you manage to drive at best,a block away from your apartment before getting caught in the morning rush hour.If the road were a can,your car would be one of many sardines in it as in every direction,you're flanked by people who are presumably off to work as. 400, and I think he's maybe gonna do it!" Don't forget Zeke the Streak," Arlie Stone said, grinning. "You're a fucking load out there, Zeke, hitting in the three-hole!"Tejada was our clean-up guy, still, and his year-in, year-out .300 average seemed to have declined to the .270 level. But he was still hitting with power and driving in anybody standing on a base that I might have missed."And Bob Crandall," Surhoff said, "is almost -- almost -- making Orioles' fans forget about Brooksie." What.