Win

It’s a brand new year. Time to take the field. Spring, summer, and fall. The bats, balls, and gloves are tools of the trade. Top of the heap. That’s what we want. The other teams following us. It’s first place at all costs. You do one thing Win !~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~! Win You do one thing It’s first place at all costs. Top of the heap. That’s what we want. The other teams following us. It’s a brand new year. Time to take the field. Spring, summer, and fall. The bats, balls, and gloves are tools of the trade.
Copyright © | Year Posted 2012

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Dietrich Avatar
March 19, 2012 at 10:51 PM
I like this one on the baseball season, Robert. Love that game. used to play on a league. And I would watch my uncle play in the semi pros (I think it was called that!)
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