Leyland, Tigers, and Goddamned Baseball (Oh My)
So now it’s time for all of us happy-go-lucky bastards (like that grizzly barbituated sack of sad up there) that are blessed by Him to actually get to do this goddamn job to thaw our crusty old balls, pull up our stirrups, and pack a few extra liver pills. Tim to jog our sorry cans […]
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