Shear-luck is all that can be hoped for, yet the vail err dawnning of another season is drawing closser. Let us presume if only for a moment, we did not win those four, or five, games in the middle of the season a horrifying thing to think yes. As i sit here awake in my laier "my consciousness" wavering in & out as if Chad Penne himself were walking all over my chest in spikes. Amusing thought but not exzakly what transpired, as i collect my marbles in a plastic bag. Homes was what hit me out of the blue-frequint haze i call my mind. Who else to (close the show) with then the greatset mind Europe has to offer, & a Entertainer-Actor to boot. Bit or part ownner makes no never-mind,are we not human do we not bleed-red (jest, this is all an act) when our vains are opened. do we not reveal the true color of every-man jack one of us! By all thats glory give us what we want (luck), give (Indy) 5 starters Mr. Ross I plead my case fans now recipacate in turn bombard with letters if need be.
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