The weather is warming up and the seats are starting to fill, which begs the question - why are you reading this?
Get out here! Play hooky. Call in sick. Tell your boss you dropped a frozen t-bone on your big toe. Get to the ballpark. We're about 30 minutes from first pitch.
(Then again, scratch the t-bone idea - unless you are up for attaching a phony cast to your foot and picking up a limp. If you don't, the boss will get wise to your ruse.)
Friday, February 29, 2008
Get over here!
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