Honestly, the last time I spent this much time looking at a yellow rubber ducky it was during my daughter's bath time. The ducky-related bathtub conversation we had was like The Algonquin Round Table compared to what you'll find below. My daughter, I should note, is five months old.
D.C.'s own Red Sox Monster unearthed this Orioles fan and his duck and their combined postgame analysis, which frankly could use a little less from the fan and a little more from the duck. Also, a note to other postgame videocasters, or whatever this breed is called: please deal with any looming nostril issues before pressing record. We'll all be happier.
[Red Sox Monster also mseems to indicate that this guy's name is actually "Gil," which figures.]