Conversations with the Red Sox

I woke up this morning and had a conversation with Mr. David Ortiz...aka...Big Papi.

Dat: Hey, Ortiz. Great game last night. What are you doing in my bedroom?
Ortiz: Thanks, why the hell is your window open. It's freezing in here.
Dat: I get really hot at night. What are you doing in my bedroom?
Ortiz: I need some advice.
Dat: Sure. What's up?
Ortiz: Well, a favor.
Dat: Anything for you man.
Ortiz: Can I be superman for a while. I know you got this whole motif going on, but last night when the fans were shouting MVP! MVP! MVP! as I walked to the plate...I felt like a Superman.
Dat: Dude, it's all yours.
Ortiz: Just until..you know..the unspeakable (knocks on my wooden dresser).
Dat: I understand.
Ortiz: You the man, Dat.
Dat: You the Superman, Ortiz.

(They do a complicated hand shake and hug. Johnny Damon enters through the window)

Damon: Yo, Ortiz. They named a plane after you.
Ortiz: No, shit!?
Damon: Oh yeah. Hey, Dat
Dat: huh
Damon: Sorry to interrupt, but we got to go.
Ortiz: Okie doke. Later Dat (Ortiz exits)
Dat: Yo Damon, how do you get all the ladies?
Damon: Just be yourself, man. Rock out.
Dat: Rock out?
Damon: Yeah, like rock out. Peace out, man (Damon Exits)
Dat: Rock out, yeah, rock out. (Runs to the window and yells) Yo, You guys better Rock the fuck out against the Yankees!!

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