“Why can’t there be some things just for me? Is that so selfish?” “Actually, that’s the definition of selfish.”
Meet Albert Pujols, new master of the understatement.
The mid-summer classic came and went last week with the sounds of crickets chirping loudly in the background.
Hello, my name is Christopher and I’m a Red Sox fan. Which makes what I’m about to say so difficult. I could not have written this years ago.