Last night, Steven Strasburg took a big steaming dookie all over the Pittsburgh Pirates. He pooped on their heads, on their shoulders, on their Head 'n Shoulders, on their feet, in their socks, on their bats (definitely on their bats), on their faces and, in the seventh inning, he pooped on their poop. Unprecedented poopage.
Next up: Cleveland Indians, begging the question, can Strasburg take a Cleveland Steamer on the entire city? I say hells yeah.
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