We are a fantasy baseball league whose draft is scheduled for May 1. Ten men enter (or nine or eight), and one man leaves.
Friday, April 21, 2006
Methinks the Wieder Doth Protest Too Much
He stands astride the league like a Colossus (beneath Moore who stands astride the world). His voice falls on us down below like rain from a high cloud.
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"How's the weather down there?"
Moore asks as he unzips
"Raining, I guess."
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