THE OTHER DAY I WAS EXPLAINING SOMETHING TO MY WIFE/ DON'T REMEMBER WHAT, MAYBE SOMETHING ABOUT BASEBALL- AT ONE POINT I FLAILED MY ARMS WITH FORCE-.. BLAKE IS ONE OF THOSE DOGS, YOU KNOW? THE KIND WITH DROOPY EYES THAT SEEM TO BE IN A PERPETUAL STATE OF MISERY. I'D LIKE TO THINK HE'S HAPPY NOW/