There once was a quare baseball pitcher. he would wind up and pitch and drop it, then wind up a pitch and drop it, wind up a pitch and drop it again until some body in the stands would hollerWEET SUGAR | SOUR GRAPES
BOTH BUT FACES OF THE DUD
THROW THAT BALL YOU CORK SUCKER!!!!
He said that's what he liked. that recognition!!!!!!
That's the way you are you old reprobate.......... you love that recognition.......