It was minor league. But these were pros. Professional athletes, a cut below
the super stars. They were gladiators whose profession depended on the difference
between two inches five inches apart. It was no fun sport, no ammended cricket,
no... no... no simile of a European counterpart. It was what man likes to do made
difficult, swing a bat and hit a thing that makes him grunt primordially. Yeah...
the way a man 'pose to be able to do. For, if your wife is beautiful, then
she can be raped by the evil. So you must be strong and manly and be ready to
defend your dignity... then hers. The Bisons...
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