My dad was the coach so can't say I sat. 2B all the way from little league to high school when I got moved to 3B and said screw it. That team was horrible.
PS I had one time pitching in little league in a game we were trailing by a ton. The first pitch I threw it about 6 feet behind the batters' head. I ended up striking out one and walking four or five. It wasn't good. Pitching was not my calling, at least the control portion.
PS I had one time pitching in little league in a game we were trailing by a ton. The first pitch I threw it about 6 feet behind the batters' head. I ended up striking out one and walking four or five. It wasn't good. Pitching was not my calling, at least the control portion.
HEY TTINCO YOU RODE THE PINE AS A KID NOW YOUR A MODERATOR AT THE RX I GUESS YOU HAVE BEEN A LOSER ALL YOUR LIFE.
TTINCO HAVE YOU EVER THOUGHT ABOUT BEING A VOLENTEER IN IRAQ WE ARE LOSING A LOT OF VALUABLE DOGS TO ROADSIDE BOMBS MAYBE YOU WOULDNT MIND WALKING THE STREETS INSTEAD OF THE DOGS TTINCO.JUST A THOUGHT YOU WOULD BE REALLY HELPING OUT YOUR COUNTRY:shoot3::bong:
TTINCO HAVE YOU EVER THOUGHT ABOUT BEING A VOLENTEER IN IRAQ WE ARE LOSING A LOT OF VALUABLE DOGS TO ROADSIDE BOMBS MAYBE YOU WOULDNT MIND WALKING THE STREETS INSTEAD OF THE DOGS TTINCO.JUST A THOUGHT YOU WOULD BE REALLY HELPING OUT YOUR COUNTRY:shoot3::bong:
Oh you pegged NES right on the head. He might be decent at riding a dirt board through the back woods, or juggling his balls during a midnight rain storm. But throw this guy a football and watch him look like a deer lost in the headlights. He shoots a basketball with two hands from his hip and has the classic girly limp wristed throwing motion when it comes to tossing a baseball or even an orange across the office for that matter. The guy was skipped over in the school yard skill department if you know what I mean,(and I think you do...) Not knocking the guy or anything, i mean if you need somebody to ride a jackass across the desert while reciting the Jerky Boys , hell he's your man. But if you need a pinch hit down 1 in the 8th with 2 outs ... NES ain't even an option off the bench. He's the dude in the back bleachers smoking a roach and opening the crackerjack prize with utter delight. I mean I love him like a brother (red headed step brother that is ..)but whose kidding who? He's uncordinated, probably rode the short bus to school and back in Ol Mizzoo I doubt his moonshining duties with Pop left him much time for extra curricular activities.
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