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Ha! Now I have pictures! Any moment now I expect my mailbox to be full of emails from attractive women wanting to have my baby. Sorry ladies...not unless you buy me dinner and a movie first—I’m not a ho. I’m still trying to make my page look “cool,” but I like I finally belong. There’s no holding me back.
I’m pretty stoked ‘cause softball season starts in less than two weeks. Unfortunately, I didn’t “heal” like I planned this offseason. I’ve got some tendonitis in my rotator cuff. I shouldn’t be surprised: a lot of professional baseball pitchers have issues with their rotator cuff. With me pitching two or three times a week, it was only a matter of time before it caught up to me.
Tomorrow I start physical therapy…I sure hope they don’t make me run a lot. I hate running. The way I see it, there’s only two justifiable reasons to run in this world: when someone is chasing you (and only if he’s bigger than you) or if you’re trying to stretch a single into a double. But that’s just my humble opinion.
I don’t know why I’m writing this—I don’t even think anyone is reading it. Not that I could argue with them: let’s face it, my life isn’t that interesting. Sure there’s the strippers and constant threat of being electrocuted, but other than that I’m just like anyone else whose life peeked at three. Ah to be three again…when you could use your underwear as a toilet and it was okay to grab a strange woman’s breast
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