Congratulations to Prince Fielder for leading the Home Run Derby with (by my count) four cursing fits that necessitated use of the seven-second delay button. That was certainly an impressive showing.
Oh, and apparently he hit a bunch of home runs, too.
(Seriously -- I can understand a time, or maybe two. But how do you forget you're miked up that many times? Plus, you've got a gaggle of six-year-olds sitting fifteen feet away watching you hit.)
((Note to note: Mrs. Q was quick to point out that, were I ever asked to participate in a home run derby -- which, in itself, is a hilarious proposition, if you've ever seen me take batting practice for a softball game -- I would be dropping f-bombs and seawards every time I hit a ground ball. This is unquestionably fucking true. Also: shit cock ass Barbra Streisand.))