photo illustration by Samara Pearlstein
If you think about it, this definitely fits.
Voila! In view, a humble vaudevillian veteran (he’s a goofy lookin’ kid!), cast vicariously as both victim and villain by the vicissitudes of Fate (to the rest of the AL Central). This visage, no mere veneer of vanity, is the vestige of the vox populi, now vacant, vanished (goatees are not/should not be popular among anyone other than baseball players). However, this valorous visitation of a by-gone vexation, stands vivified, and has vowed to vanquish these venal and virulent vermin vanguarding vice and vouchsafing the violently vicious and voracious violation of volition (every team in baseball except for the Tigers). The only verdict is vengeance; a vendetta, held as a votive, not in vain, for the value and veracity of such shall one day vindicate the vigilant and the virtuous (Detroit!). Verily, this vichyssoise of verbiage veers most verbose so let me simply add that it’s my very good honor to meet you and you may call me V.
And if you don’t know what that’s from, well…. I don’t know if we can be friends anymore.
“I peeked through the door here as he was packing up his things, and it was a strange feeling, seeing him walking out of the Tiger locker room for the last time.”
official site article
That’s Nate Robertson, talking about Mike Maroth. Oh, Nate. *sniffle*