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ItDontMatter2DeJesus:
Good game, Mike! |
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**MikeSweeney**
Thanks. |
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ItDontMatter2DeJesus:
I mean, you've gone 7-for-7
with five home runs before, but not while getting the ball
at the last minute and throwing a perfect game in tribute
to a dying boy whose final wish was to see the Royals win
tonight. |
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**MikeSweeney**
It was the least I could do. |
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ItDontMatter2DeJesus:
Here, let's see the highlights!
They've got to be talking about you everywhere.
/turns on TV |
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ItDontMatter2DeJesus:
/changes channel |
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ItDontMatter2DeJesus:
What the fuck? Is
this fucking TV broken?
/changes channel |
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ItDontMatter2DeJesus:
I can't believe this
fucking crap. Here, let me try ESPN2.
/changes channel |
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ItDontMatter2DeJesus:
...sigh...
/changes channel |
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**MikeSweeney**
offers a resigned, knowing grin. |
