- Let go of the dream. There were no, and will never be, scouts at the freezing cold and overgrown Presidio field. Boom, roasted.
- Mix in a salad. Boom, roasted.
- Talking trash to girls - or anyone for that matter - at a coed beer league is always cool. Oh wait. No, it's not. Boom, roasted.
- You're not even a has been. You're a never was. (And unlike Gordon Bombay, you will never lead an inner-city hockey team named "The Mighty Ducks" to any championships. Not even if you have Adam Banks). Boom, roasted.
- Run to first. It'd be good for ya. Boom, roasted.
Monday, August 2, 2010
The Monday Roast: That Pitcher From Sunday's Softball Game
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