Through all the posts about peeing on the floor, rants regarding walls being defaced and furniture destroyed, it's been there.
From videos of soccer games to videos of miniature mental patients, it's all sort of come back full circle.
Whether it was about The Big Schill, Beckett, or the statistical value of Mike Lowell as the best third baseman since Brooks Robinson without one shred of concrete evidence, there has been one constant at this blog.
I can't write my way out of a paper bag.
For those of you who stop by every day, you have my heart felt condolences to go along with a big "Thank You!" For Tex, the impetus for me starting this train wreck and also my most faithful commenter, I heard you sis. And for my poor wife and kids, who give me subject material on almost an hourly basis, I'm sorry if I've embarrassed you but you're stuck with me for a while longer.
And the best I can come up with is a clam in a MFY cap arguing with another clam wearing a Red Sox cap.
Sounds about right to me.
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