Tuesday, January 22, 2008
Mark
You were Megan's dad. She didn't make the softball team in 7th grade, so you decided to be the coach come 8th grade, sticking Megan at first base. We weren't spectacular, and when we lost to Mt. Carmel, you ordered us to the far, secluded side of Jason Field where you screamed at us. We never did get any better.
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