A pitcher of warm spit

Beth is Sox fan enough to admit it - she used to love the way Keith Foulke spit. But now? Ecch:

... And he's chewing tobacco, a great wad of it, bulging out his left cheek and making his lips shine with terrible disgusting brown juice, every so often letting go a great wet dribble of the ugly muck onto the mound.

The Ghost of Keith Foulke is a great metaphor. As with the team, the facts are the same--he's out there pitching and spitting on the mound. But everything else is not. ...