Don't know why I called it that. It rhymes. So that makes me like Dr. Seuss, but a whole lot tougher.
When last we met - I was 'splainin' about the tournament weekend. Over now. My 11U team will get back on the diamond for some much-needed practice. The 9U squad is on the cusp of some playoff ball - if the t-storms hold off tonight and the other team shows, we will most likely make it.
Articles everywhere in the greater NY metro regarding Mr. Ollie P. and his unwillingness to do what he should. Bad Ollie. He, in a word, sucks.
And the world is all aglow about the World Cup, set to begin in about 10 days. Everybody but me that is. It's not that I dislike soccer. I detest it. It's a trophies for everybody sport. It's the type of sport where some kid runs around for an hour, kicks the ball 2x and people say "great game". Dumb. The fact that it is popular is of no importance. It is dumb. D-U-M-B.
All you soccer fans can send the hate mail.
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