Friday, October 11, 2013

One bark on “Friday Catblogging

  1. I see you stayed up, too. I think I lost 20 pounds suffering through the ninth. Benoit looks so confused up there and, seemingly, sometimes he is. But he finally got the job done after threatening to blow the whole game – two on base, two out, I closed my eyes and gripped the chair arm. Stopped breathing – the guy is perfectly capable of giving up another run or two. I was right there with Snowball. Whew! The last A hit a fly ball to right. Game, set, match.

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