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Farewell, San Francisco. Your silly G Magazine will be sorely lacking without my restaurant reviews. Au revoir, Sugarman. I'm sorry I spent my last game with you invoking the name of Wally Pipp. I'd say the chances of Deivi Cruz actually taking your job are very slim. Goodbye, the rest of you. I'll miss... um, a couple of you, I guess.
I'm off to Philly. Maybe they'll appreciate my grand slams.
I'm off to Philly. Maybe they'll appreciate my grand slams.