So, we get a call this morning bright and early. We ignore it, cause we're sleeping.
Then, the ominous knock on the door...
It's not a burgalar, it's a baseball coach. The team that beat us last night is disqualified! They had Roger Clemens pitching as closer for them...apparently he wasn't really on the team.
So, jump in the truck and race to another game.
Hotter than the blazes!! We won the first game...banged out a bunch of hits, etc. etc. Second game, even hotter!! Had chances to score but couldn't pull through. Oh well, we can finally go home. I think it's nap time...it's too hard to sleep at a game with everyone cheering so loudly.
Peace. Out.
1 comment:
seriously... a baseball game.. you need to get a life... i hear your 2 and 3 year old cousins say... they have a "weemer dog named sucker" should you consider a name change? i was personally offended by your comment that i "had in in for you" ... a dog gone mean thing to say... oh well on to the "dog days of summer" see you at the next party... mozart
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