Word to your Moms, I Came to Drop Bombs!!

Ah yeah! Back in the hizzy fo shizzy my nizzy!!

Alright. I have to preface this before I start writing. I'm not creative. My writing blows and I have a small penis. Ok, ok.....all true except for the last part.

I wanna start out with my favortie pastime......Masterbation......just kidding......baseball. Opening day is this Sunday. I've now been an official MLB fanatic since 1982, which is as far back as I can remember. My pops took me to Dodger Stadium when I was 5 and I've been hooked ever since. There's really nothing like baseball. It has it all. Drama, excitement, strategy, romanticism................ What???????? Did he just say romanticism?? Yup. Damn sport is the most romantic thing I've ever been introduced to. Nothing has ever made me cry except for baseball. Winning the World Series, watching The Rookie, The Natural, Losing the World Series, and saying goodbye to my professional hopes. I love everything about it.

Lately though, I've been shying away from it all. These guys make so much freaking dough and could care less what the common fan like myself thinks. Maybe I'm growing up a little.....who knows. I still love the game though and I'll still end up watching a whole shit load of it this summer.

Ok enough of that. Let's move on to what else is on my mind. How the hell are we going to get Nate Laid!!??? Maybe he could bone blondie??? Come on Blondie.......take one for the team!!