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[10 Jul 2009|10:21pm] |
It's sad how much I want to be Bryce Harper.
No, really. Fuck, I'd kill to hit the ball like he does. Or to be heavily scouted as a damn sophomore. His hands are so damn fast. And he drops 500 foot bombs. And the kid was on the cover of sports illustrated.
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[05 Jul 2009|01:41pm] |
( Picture of Ellie )
I'm not entirely sure why she was wearing a sweater. But she was insistent. I think she's trying to start writing.... Maybe. Or just drawing weird pictures. Both are equally likely.
Apparently some scouts might be coming out to the game tomorrow. So shape up, Sayre. Maybe you'll get recruited somewhere good!
[Kenz]
Wanna get a bite to eat after tomorrow night's game?
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[04 Jun 2009|10:14pm] |
Sayre, thanks, for this afternoon. It was nice, even if I was only drinking O'Douls. We should do it again sometime.
I want to take batting practice. X, you up for it? Anyone else on the team? Hell, anyone who knows how to throw or bat?
And if I see another one of those surveys, I'm going to scream. I haven't read any of them. Who the hell would have the time to?
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