I Still Don't Get It
At George's baseball field, on the fence, is a sign.
Let me enlarge it for you.
I'm sure there's an explanation, but for now, it mystifies me. I mean, I know there's no crying in baseball, but no swimming?
One rung up the ladder from useless and boring, four down from hysterically entertaining, this blog is a feeble attempt to perfect mediocrity.
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