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Posted by me on September 19, 2004 04:37 PM | Permalink
Thank you for all you've done for us, Michele! I consider the one run allowed my father's fault, as he upset the configuration to see how the Americans were sucking it up in the Ryder Cup. I let him have it, and kept our configuration safe the rest of the day :D Go team!
September 19, 2004 04:59 PM
There is no God!
Rob M |
September 19, 2004 08:00 PM
Both teams make the playoffs and Yank's are bounced in the first round. All is well.
September 19, 2004 10:22 PM
1918... 1918... 1918...
September 20, 2004 01:47 AM
How sweet it is!
September 20, 2004 01:09 PM
September 20, 2004 05:29 PM
You know when your team's number 2 & 3 pitchers get crushed. And anything over 5 runs is a red-headed stepchild like beating.
You don't get to come back and say things like "yankees suck" Leen. So just take it like a man, or in this case the gimp in "Pulp Fiction" and hope the Red Sox can sweep up in Fenway.
And there is no God
Rob M |
September 20, 2004 07:32 PM