Excuse me, but I have to go outside and spew a profanity laced tirade on biblical proportions. Punching an F'ing locker. ARRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGG
Well, I'll take the blame for this. I was just telling a friend the other night the only way Dustin Pedroia would win the MVP is if something happened to Quentin.
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