When my father and I tried this ... we were always too close. I split my lip and face lots of times. I grew to hate baseball with all that remained of my face.Tuesday, June 17, 2008
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When my father and I tried this ... we were always too close. I split my lip and face lots of times. I grew to hate baseball with all that remained of my face.
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