Guys just wanna sleep...


Okay, so now the truth is out. Bahe didn't actually stick around long enough to take the game in. To my utter surprise, he didn't give a damn about the game.  There I was going over play by play to begin the early education process. I was clear on the difference between a strike and a ball.  I talked about how important stats were and so on. Only to look down and be confronted with this visual. Although Bahe was a fun date, he was a good reminder of why I stopped dating guys altogether: they fall asleep during the most important inning!

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Corrina said…
Hi Ann! I love this Blog! It was so cool to read about all you've been up to. Keep it going! xCorrina
June 16, 2011 at 6:08 PM
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