
I didn’t get an opportunity to write yesterday, due to stupid work getting in the way. Having to work blows the big one.
The Fightin’ Phils are back in the playoff. There is nothing better than October baseball. I am fired up. They better come out swinging, I would love to see them play late into October.
They do get a 48 year pass from me for winning the World Series last year, but it would still be nice to win a few series this year (and maybe next year too). Shoot for the stars and make a dynasty out of this thing, I won’t complain – I will be sitting on my couch wearing only my jock strap, rooting these suckers on!
Okay, I don’t know if the comedic Gods are playing some sort of mean tricks on the Waltdog or not, but that seems to be the case.
I am a soon-to-be 34 year-old, married, father of two which equates to me not having any night life at all. That is not a complaint, just the facts. I love hanging out with Wifesense and the boys. My oldest cracks me up; it is just that they are all in bed by nine o’clock, leaving the Waltdog with free reign of the remote control.
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