Not necessarily.
Zihuatenhjo. Mexican city on the Pacific coast. Mexicans say the Pacific has no memory. That's where I will be spending some time in the future. No throngs of students. No tourists.
Pitching again. Or at least I am emptying the contents of my athletic bag by tossing baseballs into a fence. 26 tosses a round, and about 5 rounds.
I even bought a Jair Jurrjen's necklace. Sometimes it's all about looking the part.
I've been turning in some serious Waffle House time as well. At least 4 to 5 nights this spring break. During these study sessions my Blackwater book has been highlighted relentlessly. I know I'm interested in what I am reading, or maybe infuriated, when virtually every word in the book has been turned neon yellow.
I have also learned that urine can smell like coffee.
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