

But as I sit here on my final days as a 24-year-old, I can't help but think that being a quarter century old seems out of place. I feel absolutely no different, maturity-wise, than when I was 16. Ask the majority of people who know me and they'll tell you the same thing. So yeah, I'm on my last days before the big 2-5, but I'll have the mental capacity of a 16-year-old for another 25 and beyond.
Who am I kidding? I won't make it that long. Onto the links:
-If Bobby Abreu drove you nuts in the outfield, just wait to you see Raul Ibanez:

-Randy Jones got hurt.
-Yes, I agree completely with this.
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Not good.
-Looks like Matt Jones will have all the time in the world to snack on that nose candy.
-Yeah, that's a pretty good dunk:
-That's gotta hurt:
hey jeff, thanks for these delicious triscuit crackers and the lovely flat screen tv to watch. this is a glorious day. rodd is sitting on your chair in his underpants!
ReplyDelete25 sucks, a quarter of a century. halfway to 50
ReplyDeleteSomething to look forward to then.
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