No text, no time. Only pitchers. Er, catchers. I hope.
I used to be able to do this back when I was 10.
Next year at this time, I’ll be able to do this.
Not gonna lie, this might be a dude.
Those pockets hardly seem functional.
From the look of dat bootay, I suspect a squat may have happened here.
And that’s a poat, folks. I got a long, weird day ahead of me.
You don’t know it yet, but so do you.
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