I looked him up. He lives in Italy and coaches an Italian National Baseball Team.
Sounds Un-American to me. 
America: Love it or leave it.
Looks like Piazza doesn’t love America.
He already unified America, now he’s unifying the whole world.
He unified Little Italy, and now he’s unifying Other Italy!
Ewwwww
But does he love pizza?
Actually, I heard that he likes pizza so much that he’s going into the business. He’s already got a location right in the middle of a small northern Italian town and plans to call the place Mike Piazza’s Pizza on the Piazza.
But Mike Piazza has no Elvis in him!
There, I said it.
[my bold] You almost hit it out of the park like Mike, but did you miss out part of the punchline?
Mike Piazza’s Pizza on the Pienza Piazza
I just like the simple name “Mike Piazza Pizza Plaza”.
That name does have pizzazz.
I can never find the rules. I’m allowed to call someone a liar in the Pit, right?
Hell, you can call them a motherfucker.
Right?
I just don’t think I ever had the urge to specifically call someone a liar before, and it suddenly occurred to me that there might be an exception for that.
In northern Italy, shouldn’t that be Pazzo Pizza di Mike Piazza nella Piazza Pienza?
Is it me? I know my handle is RitterSport, but I’m not actually chocolate and my real name is George Santos.
Oh, and next you’re going to tell me you aren’t really German!
I’m so hurt. I’ve lost all faith.
I would just call that an elaboration.
I’m Jew-ish Brazilian. No, wait! I’m American. Hold on! I’m a lizard person.
(I really am half-Jewish, and also half-German, not Brazilian at all, for what it’s worth. Practically nothing)
@Riemann, so anyway, who are you calling a liar?
Continuing the discussion from Accusations of Lying: