“Wow, that was ugly.” “The game?” “No, that nasty comment by Lureman, man.”
Devore’s court! He must pay!
Thorp’s strategy continues to be: “OK, let’s hustle out there.”
Jack Berrill did story lines far more absurd than this.
This kid needs a keeper.
Fowler’s not crazy. Neither his his girlfriend, Leenay Kekua.
Oh, and he also takes peacock beak. It’s like deer antler.
Saw it on ESPN. He hit a buzzard-beater.
Those peacock, lettuce and tomato sandwiches don’t help.
Mudlarks can’t shoot from 2-foot range.