Originally Posted By: pizzaboy
That's great, Klyd!

I know what a huge baseball fan you are to begin with, so it must be extra special for you.

Now when you take that boy to the pub for one of your Friday night dinners, sneak him a sip of your beer. We won't tell anyone.


I played pee-wee baseball and pick up games in middle school against high school kids (also basketball) but that's about it.

My grandpa even came and watched some games I played in. I remember one moment where I was on 3rd base and someone hit the ball so I ran towards home. The catcher got the ball and stood in the dirt thing on the white line so I ran in the grass around him to home plate. I'm not sure if that counts or not.

My dad said it was a big deal that my grandpa was there to see me play because he could never get him to come to anything. Grandpa was an alcoholic and his nickname is my first name.

When I was maybe 7 or 8 my dad had a friend over and they were drinking beer. So was I (non-alcoholic) and I thought it was cool. \:p



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Clouds of Mystery pouring Confusion on the ground.
Good men through the ages, Trying to find the sun;
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