Much job~ma to MM!
Spike's Bitches 45: That sure as hell wasn't in the brochure.
[NAFDA] Spike-centric discussion. Lusty, lewd (only occasionally crude), risqué (and frisqué), bawdy (Oh, lawdy!), flirty ('cuz we're purty), raunchy talk inside. Caveat lector.
(there can only be one runner on base at a time)
THERE CAN BE ONLY ONE
(I love how our fandoms cross)
job~ma Job~ma job~ma
(there can only be one runner on base at a time)
Though it would be funny as hell the other way...
Though it would be funny as hell the other way...
That would make them real get-to-know-ya corners.
That would make them real get-to-know-ya corners.
That reminds me of a lovely small moment I saw at the A's/Red Sox game on Monday -- somewhere around the middle of the game Jack Cust got his usual walk, trotted to first base, and gave Kevin Youkilis an affectionate little ass-pat as the two of them laughed. I think they were saying, "I like to walk! Do you like to walk? We're walk buddies!"
In Milwaukee it's the Beer Barrel Polka.
And the Sausage Race!!! The bratwurst should always win, btw--it is Milwaukee, after all.
I thought tennis matches were like a library. Death to talkers.
That's about the players, not the audience. If they can't hear you, I've never seen the audience members throw a fit.
Don't know about golf. Never been.
Another rule about baseball -- If the two teams have the same number of runs after nine innings, they play extra innings until one team is ahead at the end of an inning. In other words, no draws.