It's going to be short and sweet this week. Why? Because I'm in NOLA bitches! Mardi Gras!
Here's the important stuff you're dying to know:
1) I may have (probably) saved Stephen Moursund's life when I selflessly blocked a rogue kickball from nailing him in the head when he wasn't paying attention. Then we hugged it out. It was kind of magical.
2) Three weeks in to the season and the Sons of Pitches are still undefeated! What? What is this crazy talk? All that time spent losing and suddenly we're winning? Yeah, that's right. It's happening. We were the Texas Live League Champions once upon a time...so, there's that.
3) Conversations With Drunk Pitches: Unless you want to get inked directly on your a-hole, the best place to get a tattoo of someone climbing out of your poop-shoot is the lower back.