all things boy.
Few things in my life are as wonderful as hearing boys bitching about baseball at 9AM in the morning when there's snow outside on the ground and finals breathing down our necks:
Boy A: The [Tigers] had the best offer for Glaus, for Pavano. How many of them did we get?
Boy B: None. But hey, we got Percival. [pause] How old is he?
Boy A: Thirty-seven.
Boy B: And how innings a year does he throw?
Boy A: Fifty.
Boy B: We're golden!
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From Baseball Primer: Teenage boys. Best friends. Maroon Cadillac Escalades, baseball, and Jeff Allison. (Part 1 is here.)
Boy A: The [Tigers] had the best offer for Glaus, for Pavano. How many of them did we get?
Boy B: None. But hey, we got Percival. [pause] How old is he?
Boy A: Thirty-seven.
Boy B: And how innings a year does he throw?
Boy A: Fifty.
Boy B: We're golden!
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From Baseball Primer: Teenage boys. Best friends. Maroon Cadillac Escalades, baseball, and Jeff Allison. (Part 1 is here.)