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I hate baseball.
Here's the deal. Baseball and I have long held a mutual enmity for each other. When I was little, I used to get dragged around to every single one of my brother's games, some of which were an hour away and others of which were at our localhellhole field. Regardless of where the game was located, I would end up sitting there for about two hours, listening to Stepford Wives mothers cheering their sons on and getting bitten in places you don't even want to think about by mosquitos.
You'd think that would be enough, and that [insert your preferred deity here] would give me a break, but invariably ( my parents are bitches, and thus I have this rant )
P.S. The kicker is, I'm getting dragged to another baseball game tomorrow.
Here's the deal. Baseball and I have long held a mutual enmity for each other. When I was little, I used to get dragged around to every single one of my brother's games, some of which were an hour away and others of which were at our local
You'd think that would be enough, and that [insert your preferred deity here] would give me a break, but invariably ( my parents are bitches, and thus I have this rant )
P.S. The kicker is, I'm getting dragged to another baseball game tomorrow.
