
Yesterday,
Fire Joe Morgan announced that it is officially
coming to an end. For over three years, the blog tirelessly gave the business to mainstream sports journalism as no one else could. Their sonning of guys in suits was hilarious and legendary, but just as impressive was the collection of running gags -- the tangential digressions into the office politics of the fictional Fremulon Insurance, the perpetual fascination with food metaphors and meaningless buzzwords, the detours into outrageous hyperbole. It really was one of the great treasures of the world of sports blogging. Since they're keeping the archives online, it still is, and I suggest you start with
a personal favorite of mine.
This news, though, isn't universally sad. Grinders! Scrappers! Hard-nosed hardscrabblers! Rejoice! Today's Dugout is after the jump.
The Dugout
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**OnlineHost** Welcome the Evergreen Wood chat!
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**OnlineHost** Ned Colletti approaches the Great Oak Tree in the center of the Evergreen Wood.
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CollettiSoul: /points walking stick at Great Oak Tree
Friends!
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**OnlineHost** The Evergreen Wood falls silent.
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CollettiSoul: I come with great news, my little friends! Show yourselves!
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DrEckEckstein: /eyes peep out from hollowed knot in Great Oak
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CollettiSoul: That's right! It's Ned Colletti, Old Friend of the Grinders and Scrappers!
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**OnlineHost** The Evergreen Wood buzzes with frenzied whisper.
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pierrepants: psstpsstPSST
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SednikTheEntertainer: it'sned! nedcolletti! psssst
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OwItByrnes: psssstpsstpsst
nedCOLLETTI! FRIENDofthe GRINDERSandSCRAPPERS! psssst
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DrEckEckstein: /pokes out head, sniffs the crisp air of dusk
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CollettiSoul: /fetches loaf of hardtack from ruck-sack
Ha ha! Come! I will not hurt you!
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DrEckEckstein: /bugs eyes
/warily scuttles from the shelter of the Great Oak
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DrEckEckstein: /paws hardtack
/hunches on hind legs, knaws on foodstuff
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CollettiSoul: Friends, you must no longer fear the spectre of Fire Joe Morgan!
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CollettiSoul: The Vicious Blog of the Coast is no more! Its Mercenaries of the Night have been banished to the Land of Fremulon!
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SednikTheEntertainer: th-th-the LAND of FREMULON??
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CollettiSoul: Indeed! No longer must you take refuge from within the hollow bosom of the Great Oak. No longer must Grinders or Scrappers bear the burden of statistical objectivity!
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CollettiSoul: This is a new day! For, do you see the Sun shine

with the brilliant rays of Sentiment and Baseless Joy?
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pierrepants: /rubs eyes
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OwItByrnes: The SUN it SHINES
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CollettiSoul: And now that the storm of Objective Measure has passed over our fair wood, you are FREE!
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CollettiSoul: /outstretches arms
I hereby offer ALL of you eight-year, $100 million contracts!
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CollettiSoul: Now, scrap away, little grinders! Hardscrabble to your hearts' content!
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SednikTheEntertainer: HOORAY
/participates in musical number
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pierrepants: /bounces in the air from patchwork quilt held taut by Mark Ellis and Troy Tulowitski
WHEEEE
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DrEckEckstein: /is dressed in human's clothing by birds of song
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SednikTheEntertainer: /rolls around in dirt
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OwItByrnes: /skips about, tossing daisies from woven basket
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CollettiSoul: wait
wait a second, maybe i'm not clear on what "scrapping" and "grinding" are
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OwItByrnes: We have no use for the words of Man! We are but humble Folk of the Forest!
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pierrepants: /posts on-base percentage of .077
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CollettiSoul: god damn it
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DrEckEckstein: /doubles over, cleans groin with tongue
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