Two years of therapy that finally allowed mE to Stoooop the TWitches and seiXXZUres relateede to taHT game do2wn the drain...

Happened at Milwaukee County Stadium in 1997. I don’t recall any long term issues:

Aaaand I just filled another one out today: “Dear Spensyr, it’s been a pleasure harassing you for being tardy to my homeroom three days out of every five over the last four years. Look forward to running into you pounding pitchers of Busch Light at the local dive in a few years, bitching about already paying child…

I am a teacher, and I pretty much just signed in to to tell you how much I and every (at least the male) colleague of mine hate those damn things. PLEASE don’t make me try to come up with some BS sweet, kind memory when all I can really think of is “Jordyne? Isn’t he the kid that licked the markers every day for a…