I'm not dead, I swear.

[jason_schmidt]

I haven't been able to do this damn journal thing in a good while. It's like when I don't suck ass, I'm running to a broken computer. And when the computer works, I give up a zillion runs, get kidnapped by Tuck and Grip, and receive swirlies in the team bathroom

Comments

[latroy_hawkins]

You should go see Buehrle more. He misses you.

[mark_buehrle]

Oh, I do, how I do.

Mr. Hawkins knows the pain my heart feels.

Schmitty, I hope you get traded over here for Luis Vizcaino and and few fun-sized packages of peanut M&Ms.

[jason_schmidt]

Hey, you'd be the one who'd have an extensive history with the guy. I heard grumblings of you two sharing a one bedroom apartment in Chicago.

[latroy_hawkins]

Be careful. You're the next addition to the psycho ward. I wish Felipe would put someone normal in here besides me. JC's kinda normal, but Herman is really creeping me out.

[ray_durham]

I was hoping you were gone searching for your fastball