D-a-W (with a heavy Russian accent): You are reedeeculous leetle man.
Me: Huh?
D-a-W: You are weak. Weak! You cry all times about thees--thees Deeng-Air. Why you so 'fraid of thees Deeng-Air?
Me: Deeng-Air?
D-a-W: Deeng-Air! Deeng-Air! Zee porple dinosaur!
Me: Oh, Dinger, the evil Rockies mascot.
D-a-W: Da, zat ees zee one.
Me: Well, he's worse than Hitler.
D-a-W: Oh, Heetler, Heetler! Alvays vith zee Heetler!
Me: He must be arrested and tried for crimes against humanity.
D-a-W: Nyet! Eet is I, Dronkavife, who shall, how you say?, leequeedate zis Deeng-Air.
Me: You will?
D-a-W: Da!
Me: Thought you quit drinkin'.
D-a-W: Da!
Me: Yeah, me too.
Update: Dodgers 4, Rockies 3 in 11. There's gonna be a bunch of people in my yard in a minute to watch the fireworks from Coors Field. Release the hounds!
Update II: Drunkawife reports: Deeng-Air, someone teep heem off!
Dino WMD: Dinger was
ready for anything.
For fireworks games they move people from the cheap seats
to the outfield (easier to triage shrapnel wounds there).
Then, boom.
(photos courtesy the Drunkawife)
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