I thought Twins avoided contraction.

Michael Kay still sucks.

That's why I love Duane Kuiper. He keeps his mouth shut.

Where can I pick up a Wall Strett Journal?

And 84 of Vin Scully's 143.51 words per minute are devoted to a cute 5-year old Dodger fan falling asleep in his nachos that the cameraman cut to.

Just kidding, Vinny, we love you. Even when you talk about children too much. Even during those terrible years when Jeff Kent and Matt Kemp caused you so many troubles. I can't believe he's retiring after next year. They need to rename Dodger Stadium after him.

I would have thought Niehaus would have been lower because I've heard a lot of dead-air when he's announcing. Might have depended on how fast the pitchers in that inning worked. Although if it was in the third inning, there's that Aflac trivia question he's got to deal with.

Or I now call that storied newspaper, The Murdoch Street Journal, because it now attacks from the right.

He doesn't do the play-by-play (thankfully), but Red Sox post-game NESN hack Tom Caron is an unpleasant Tsunami of verbiage. He'll ask a question that takes a minute to get out of his mouth, and he then tramples on the person he asks the question of (which is usually Dennis Eckersley or Jim Rice). So the media hack steals the microphone from the professional baseball player. I knew sports media hacks were in love with themselves, but not to this extent.