Leading the league.
Today, I think we can all be happy just looking at a picture of Pu hitting his 18th, league-leading home run. I know it makes all of me happy. They haven't lost a series yet at New Busch Stadium. Fan-fucking-tastic.
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Human growth hormones are a wonderful elixer!
I'm sure Prince Fielder's just as clean.
Anyway, it'd probably kill me on baseball forever if Pujols was juiced. Not saying it's impossible, but he's bizarrely even more of a teddy bear than McGwire.
Prince is just fat like his dad.
What is truly puzzling is that pitchers are pitching around a guy hitting below .230 and constantly walking him and yet this guy still gets pitches to hit.
What Pooholes or the Cards do ultimately won't matter. The American League will win the World Series this year, and it could be a repeat for the White Sox.
I can make this call because I'm a crestfallen Cubs fan. At this point, I'm rooting for the Brewers to make some noise in the division this year.
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