Who's a dumbbell?
Maybe me. The shoulder pain is from trying to invent exercises in the fitness room at the Marriott Saturday morning. All they had were dumbbells and one machine with pulleys, like for doing lat pulldowns. Funny how I couldn't remember that for a while, but I clearly did something not normal with the dumbells. I guess it's healing. Possible 2 practices this week for my co-ed team and my men's team. Hopefully the new composition of the men's team will not be the "Scrubs" we were named for last year. Unbearably bad. Although I do hope not to have to pay extra for a different team shirt. In that case, Scrubs is okay with me.
I wonder if scientists can do brain-wave analysis when Red Sox fans see that interlocking NY for the Yankees. I just saw one on TV at a Dodgers game, and I got a frown on my face, for NO FREAKIN' REASON! :)
It's my cousin's birthday. Happy Birthday Kate
The buffalo wing pretzel bits from Snyder's of Hanover are fantastically addicting.
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We have a code phrase for when we see a Yankee fan in case the other one doesn't see them. We shoot them all kinds of dirty looks, too. Well, as long as we're not alone with him in a dark alley. I'm not being sexist either. I know there are female Yankee fans. But I just know that I could take 'em. ;-)
Brian, a Yankees fan yesterday told me that Boston fans care more about the Yankees than they do the Red Sox. While I doubt this is true, what are your thoughts?
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