Wednesday night. Car show. Dive Bar. Drinks with the owner shooting the shit about hockey and rugby and soccer and baseball and football. Normally I'm not into sports but we were talking about which professions whine the most vs how much damage they actually take. So, 3 hours later, baseball game ends, my chicken sandwich is long gone, 6 or 7
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