Zane has been exploring the 130 section of the Dewey decimal system, as well as the librarian.
Damn, Zane, show me a little confidence. You look like you’re getting off the bus at state prison.
I just sent in my absentee ballot for Herk the Mauler. He’ll enforce the “shush” rule vigorsly when Abe comes in complaining .
It looks like one of Vito from Goshen’s sports bar/strip joints. Vito gives the kid some money to clean up and, well, strike out and give up hits. “What’s the problem,” Vito says. “I’m helping the family.”
Gil showing up with a drunkard’s smile and smart ass remarks. That’s my State Champion coach.
Vito from Goshen said some heavy money from a “Mr. Coach” now makes the possibly illiterate kid the favorite. That offset some big-time Sinola cartel money put down on El Jefe.
Very classy of State Champion Gil to not harp on the genetic deficiencies of the Madison inbreeds that rendered them all brutally color-blind. Every uniform looks good to them, so Gil will save that fact for some obscure protest later in the season. Next level coaching.
Warning track power. Take a seat.
Gil and Kaz are the only coaches in the Valley with hair product endorsements. They never wear caps, to showcase the coifs. Bulova Blue should tell them to get in full uniform, or he was going to make them coach from the press box with Moon.
At least the catcher isn’t wearing a watch. I almost started a high-school game when I told the catcher there was no clock in baseball. He was embarrassed when he looked at his wrist, because he knew the rules about watches and jewelry. I held it for him for the half-inning.I really hate that backward hat trope as much as you do.