It's Saturday night.
It's approximately 9:42 as I'm typing this.
Trot went to bed at 8:30, Ang at 8:45, Ciera at 8:50 and Rakes at 9:10. (He was at a critical point in Star Wars Lego's on the PS2 so he got a last minute reprieve).
I've spent the past 30 minutes watching Harold and Kumar go to White Castle and flipping back to the Panthers/Cardinals playoff game.
Who said being married with children wasn't the real life equivalent of riding the Tilt-a-Whirl?
There is no way I'm lasting until Spring Training.
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