No draft in here
In Which Your Humble Blogger attempts to game out the game.
In Which Your Humble Blogger attempts to game out the game.
In Which Your Humble Blogger grumbles and gripes and gr… there should be a third there, should there?
In Which Your Humble Blogger connects two sporting events that have no real natural connection, particularly in that the team YHB was rooting for won one of them.
In Which Your Humble Blogger just doesn’t get what’s so annoying about printers. Photocopiers, yes, with the paper jams and the light when people leave the lid up and so on. But printers?
In Which Your Humble Blogger again is reminded that differences in scale become, at some point, differences in kind.
In Which Your Humble Blogger wins a few and loses a few, and then wins a few more and loses a few more, and then (and this is the surprising part) wins a few more.
In Which Your Humble Blogger can’t remember who wrote the blue sox books; it wasn’t Matt Christopher, but it was like Matt Christopher, if you know what I mean.
In Which Your Humble Blogger writes about cricket. Wait, why are you leaving? Oh, right, cricket.
In Which Your Humble Blogger goes back, back, back…
In Which Your Humble Blogger wonders if Mr. Applegate is interested in the soul of a baseball player with the first name Barry.