Matt Cadd spent Sundays catching up on sleep. On the seventh day, one rested. At least for a while. When evening came, duty called.
Shower. Shave. Coffee. Food. Cigarette.
He was at the rendezvous when they'd said--exactly nine p.m. Then he remembered, one hour too late.
Daylight Savings Time.
Fifty years of this crap.
Wild win in extras
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*SF 10 SEA 9 (11)*
It was fitting that Willy Adames would play the hero this afternoon in San
Francisco. FNGs always have to prove themselves even when...
18 hours ago
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'...one hour too late....' -- that is VERY noir -- truly. And I laughed out loud (bitterly, of course...mmnph) at, 'Fifty years of this crap.' -- I do know the feeling. Thanks, Matt, for an entertaining start to the week. You're The Best -- but you knew that.
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