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We are now 3-0. Last game we beat the League President's Team (Scout for the Chi Cubs from what I hear) 22-2.
The Kid pitched an inning and 2/3. Had the bases loaded with one out and they didn't score. "Get yer head out of yer ass, bear down and throw strikes!" was the extent of my instructions to him. I went through almost a full can of Copenhagen in those two innings.
I knew we were going to win when the SS hit a two out grand slam in the 2nd. He hadn't hit the ball out of the infield in two games.
We're on break because they went to the Nationals - The Kid couldn't go because of school. Osama Bin Mama has no sense of priorities....
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Somewhere a True Believer is training to kill you. He is training with minimal food or water, in austere conditions, training day and night. The only thing clean on him is his weapon and he made his web gear. He doesn't worry about what workout to do - his ruck weighs what it weighs, his runs end when the enemy stops chasing him. This True Believer is not concerned about 'how hard it is;' he knows either he wins or dies. He doesn't go home at 17:00, he is home.
He knows only The Cause.
Still want to quit?
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