Friday, September 7, 2007

So some people probably think that it's fucked up for a middle-aged man to fly to a tropical island, stay in a luxurious resort, and

skip dinner to drive all the way around the capital and

well out into the countryside in order to

hear the Nationals confront the Braves on the automobile radio.

GAHD BLESS Charley Slowes and AM radio. . .





and fuck John Smoltz

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