My feet are still dirty from last night. Wes, Nate, Mary, Lindsay, Kara, Nick, Austin and myself played some mad backlot wiffleball from around 9 p.m. behind Seager. After some double-plays, Wes racking up like a zillion HRs, hitting Kara in the skull with the ball, and retreiving said wiffle from off Seager's roof, the party congregated at Steak
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