We won last night...Hurrah.

Got a lil' too close for comfort in the last innings...
Manny Rivera and "Big Papi" Ortiz are still badgering us...We have two games with Kansas this weekend...i'll keep ya posted..

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In other exciting news:

Yesterday my dad was gonna kill my brother...
What a sight...
I left before the blood shed...
but it went along the lines like this:

"Honey, have u seen my slacks, the ones I brought home last week from the dry cleaners?" dad

"NO" mom

"If those slacks are in ____(my brother) room, I'll kill him". dad

As with anything else that is missing in the house, the slacks, were obviously enough, in my bro's room.

U see, my bro has purchased a new car, and he has no money left over to buy anything else, cuz he'd rather be barefoot and buck naked, than to ride in a 'old' car.

Thing is, my dad is like the Puerto Rican version of the Devil when he's upset.

And my bro is the Puerto Rican version of the most Stupid-Ass Person alive, always. He's the only stupid-ass person at home that still dares to outsmart Lucifer.

So my bro's not home, and me, my mom and Miss C have to hear his non-stop rambling, on how my mom is gonna have to cut her vacation short, cuz he just might resort to killing my brother before she gets back, and how he is very tempted to just set the house on fire because his life sucks and he will charge my bro $3.00 plus interest on the slacks he borrowed, which were freshly iron from the dry cleaners, he even mentioned that he just might quit his job and sell drugs, so he won't have to wear slacks ever again, and only jeans and t-shirts, cuz drug dealers don't have to dress so fancy or take their jeans to the dry cleaners to get pressed...

My dad selling pot or crack on our corner...
Very nice picture...I can see it now...
Him in his taperred dark blue jeans, way high up on the waist, with color coordinated brown leather belt and Clark Mocassins, with his nice crisp white Nautica Polo. He'll be the sharpest one out there.

But please, also remember, my dad stutters:

"He-he-he-hey....do ya, do ya, do ya, wanna fly, do you wanna fly?..I g-g-g-got some good shit for ya"...

Renting the corner spot: $100.00
Buying drugs wholesale: $500.00
Seeing my obsessive compulsive father, looking prim and proper, while stuttering to sell you pot: Priceless

Aint' nothing like the family to keep ya' grounded...

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