I didn't think this was going to turn into my ode to the Beastie Boys this week, but as fate would have it, it did. Brock Holt has been a beast(ie) of late, but his ownership has barely budged (6.8%). This rap of nonsense has nothing to do with Mr. Holt, but the title worked for me. I'll be honest, the creative juices are a little low over here. Have you heard some of these lyrics - "beer drinking, breath stinking, sniffing glue, belly fullin' always illin' , bustin' caps" Huh? What? Maybe it isn't that far off because Brock Holt doesn't make sense to a lot of people either. But what does make sense is you need to hold on to Holt if you own him and grab him if you don't. In a league I'm in with our resident Orgeonian Sky, he quickly scooped up Brock to fill in for the injured Nolan Arenado two weeks ago, and I thought he was a puffing penguin. When I saw this I was head scratchin' a little bit. Who is this Holt kid? Why hasn't he been plastered all over the place like every other Red Sox prospect that has a sliver of talent? Why do I ask myself all these questions?
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