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Yeah. I had “Maw Maw” on one side and “Granny” on the other. They were both just “grandma” in public conversation. That’s private business right there.

Please tell me Papa remarried so the family could have Hot Shot Part Deux.

Ha, to be clear, I’m fine with the made up names, it’s just funny that people use them in public conversation. Like, we called one of my grandmothers the relatively common “Nana,” but if referring to her outside of my immediate family I would always say “my grandmother” not “my nana.”

My Dad always bitched about those made-up names and said any grandkids could call him “sir.”

My grandfather is just Papa, but my grandmother (RIP) was Hot Shot. From the day I could talk I knew my grandmother as Hot Shot. I always forget the story behind it, but we grew up in Texas, so it probably had something to do with shootin’ guns.

my Dad is a great guy and a great Pap

I read that as either going for a few beers and/or puffs of weed with an old hometown pal, or banging a hometown ex.

I sneak out to have a few “catch-ups” with a friend

I had the misfortune of interacting with many Yankee fans during the game and all of them were whinging over the strike zone. A couple of close strike calls doesn’t change the fact that they couldn’t do anything against more hittable pitches either. Cleveland can’t shut up these insufferable pricks soon enough.

Can we just skip to the Cleveland-Houston series? Please?

Your argument is sound.

its the plural version of “help” because i gave icedhippo a lot of help so it needed the apostrophe :)

Help’s what? What does help have?

I think she would be great in some sort of debate show format at ESPN. Okay just hear me out: Like, what if you put her opposite someone else (preferably a charismatic blowhard) and the two of them yell back and forth at each other while taking opposite sides on the big sports stories of the day?? I think it just…

Some very fine people have wanted Hugo Boss to design their uniforms, you had some fine people, but you also had troublemakers and you see them come with the black outfits and with the helmets and with the baseball bats. You got a lot of bad people in the other group, too.

dammit, I was thinking this would be the post season where Frank Thomas finally strangled Pete Rose.

He spit on us.... and I screamed out, “I’m hit!”

Officer: Did you just toss that Dell out the window, son?