I am scared to death of Mike Lowell. Absolutely terrifed. I'm sure there are many things he can think of that he would rather do with a baseball bat than hit a ball. (But I mean this, sir, with the utmost respect. Please do not get angry with me.)So imagine my horror when, last night, I apparently was involved in some relay obstacle course and my team was up against his team. There was a chance that I would meet up with him in the tunnel we had to crawl through. I was scared for my life. My teammates assured me, though, that since I was going second for my team and he was going seventh for his team, there was little chance of my meeting up with him.
Apparently they were right, and I didn't run into him. Casey Blake, on the other hand, his own teammate, didn't quite get so lucky. Lowell kinda worked him over a little. (Or at least it appeared that way when they came up the stairs from the subway.) I was very scared for him.
Then, somebody did my laundry and dried all the things I don't dry so all my clothes shrunk. It was horrible. The end.
10 comments:
you and your crazy dreams -- what word did you decide on? ;)
and what's scelerophobia?
fear of bad guys
i just went with 'scared for my life'
I think you've been playing too much MLB Superstars
I liked "scared the pants off me" :)
no, although my arm is really tired now from the wall smash game. i'm still disappointed that i can't do it left-handed.
and no, i blame it on your daughter's baseball story for which she needed an antagonist.
Her antagonist did end up meeting with a tragic demise, although she had to cut the story short because her teacher said so. It wasn't quite the epic novel it could have been.
She should finish it on her own.
Heavens, that wall-smash game is scary! It has a MONSTER!
even if the story's too short, i still want to read it.
and yes, the monster is oh so scary. (but it's my favorite.)
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