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.
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