Eleven Years Gone

When you’re all out of love, the best you can do is hate; all told, that’s not such a bad way to run out the clock. [The Beachwood Reporter]

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  1. Posted September 9, 2009 at 8:09 am | Permalink

    This will not be a season to remember by any stretch, simply because it’s too painful. If we had won half of the games that we gave away, we’d be comfortably in first place. Multiple error games? Check. Runner stranded in scoring position with less than two outs? Check. Gems wasted? Check. Opportunities squandered? Check. Losing the division even though your team has the most talent? Check.

    Still it was kind of fun until that cursed 2nd half of August.

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