They are showing mooovies on that flight!
I love the Home Run Derby! It's like field day for the really big kids. HR Derby is where I first discovered that Jim Thome lisps and that Mike Piazza has a kind of unfortunate giggle. (He was in the broadcast booth...) Speaking of MP, I am a little mad at you for not playing Friday. I came all the way to see you. (All the three miles to the stadium!) I know that what we had is over, but aren't we at least on good terms? I mean, sooo many years of my life, Mike.
I remember field day at my elementary school. I think I still have whatever pathetic ribbons I may have won for the three-legged race, or that balancing an egg on a spoon thing. But what I remember most is when we found a baby bird that had been mauled by a cat and we called the Humane Society. (Though I remember it as a bird specialist. Who knows who came.) And then some kids shot a squirrel with a BB gun. (Ralphie: [after BB gun shot bounces off target and hits his face] Oh my god, I shot my eye out!)
One time these men were playing softball at the Junior High and I got their autographs. Cool, huh? I think that I may have thought they were having the HR Derby RIGHT THERE! In my home town!!! On the patchy grass up the hill from my elementary school.
I was not a sports savvy kid.
Anyway, maybe we could have a field day at the BBQ this year? My mom has a whiffle bat. It might be a little jacked as I am sure I have used it to attack innocent bystanders. But that just adds to the fun, no?
I will totally kick your asses collectively! And proudly strut with all the ribbons and medals I will win. Because I will cheat like no one has ever cheated before.
I remember field day at my elementary school. I think I still have whatever pathetic ribbons I may have won for the three-legged race, or that balancing an egg on a spoon thing. But what I remember most is when we found a baby bird that had been mauled by a cat and we called the Humane Society. (Though I remember it as a bird specialist. Who knows who came.) And then some kids shot a squirrel with a BB gun. (Ralphie: [after BB gun shot bounces off target and hits his face] Oh my god, I shot my eye out!)
One time these men were playing softball at the Junior High and I got their autographs. Cool, huh? I think that I may have thought they were having the HR Derby RIGHT THERE! In my home town!!! On the patchy grass up the hill from my elementary school.
I was not a sports savvy kid.
Anyway, maybe we could have a field day at the BBQ this year? My mom has a whiffle bat. It might be a little jacked as I am sure I have used it to attack innocent bystanders. But that just adds to the fun, no?
I will totally kick your asses collectively! And proudly strut with all the ribbons and medals I will win. Because I will cheat like no one has ever cheated before.
Buggie spilled her guts for you at 7/10/2006 09:46:00 PM
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I saw your beloved MP on Saturday. He's looked better.
Well, he is an old man now. Not young and spry like David Wright who totally was kicking ass in the derby until he fell asleep in the final round. GO METS!
Was the root cause of the eventually picking a fight w/Grandma in the bathroom because of MP not playing last Friday night? Was it just an accidental consequence of not seeing MP in tight pants, bending over in front of us?
"Now that's enough of that. Go on now!" ((making 'shoo' gestures w/my right hand))
You could have totally taken her...
Wright put on a show in the first round though! And to have Lo Duca throwing to him. That was cool. But too bad that he tired out so much by the end...
It was, Cluss. It was. It was really Mikey who I was angry with, not the old lady. But the old lady deserved a knock down. She pissed me off. She is lucky that you grabbed me by the scruff of my neck.
David did have a great showing! I think he rested too much between his rounds.
I totally called a Wright/Howard final round. May have even won a bet because of it.
I heart Mr. Wright. I will call him that because I have so many years on him and it makes me feel better about it:)
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