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Koko: Folks, I'm a baseball clown. Slothrop stole a Fibonacci's worth of bases, emasculated all my best hitters, and firmly whacked the curve outta Josh Beckett's curve ball. But don't worry, he'll get what's coming to him, when during our next encounter Bjorn Borg mysteriously appears in the Red Sox dugout, calmly walks to the batter's box, and blasts a Stockholm-fuelled, semi-western monster right through Slothrop's fabricatin' heart. And yes, if you want to get all technical and shit, this cover is from the 2007 version, but ours didn't have a gigantic Met on it, so I traded up, or old, or whatever. You know what I mean. Next time, The Iceman owns your about-to-be-frozen ass.