“Jenkins!” “Yes, sir?” “Call me French cuisine, ’cause I’m feeling saucy.” “Wonderful, sir.” “It’s as though life itself were tickling my bottom.” “Good for you, sir.” “And the balls. Gentle tickling of the balls. Just enough to know you’re loved.” “May I ask what’s led to this optimistic mood, sir?” “Cocaine, Jenkins.” “Oh, no, sir.” … Continue reading What’s Beneath Bush League?