Baseball is the only sport with enough downtime to support the melancholic soul. As a kid, I would block the sun with my glove and imagine it as a meteor coming down. In my final moments, would I run to my father in the dugout? Or my mother in the stands?
I let a lot of runs in
I read game of thrones in high school without knowing anything about it and when they killed Ned I felt such a deep sense of agony which I have never forgiven the blonde community for