Made small talk with a woman at practice. She wasn’t shy, and flat out said she was there to meet a ballplayer.Â I got to wondering if that’s what she put on her resume under “career objective.’‘
Ok. I’ll bite, which player?
Some job you have there—go to Florida for several weeks in the winter, flirt with groupies, play some golf. Not bad. How much do you pay the Journal for this privilege?
John, you should have tried and picked her up. I mean a sportswriter would be a pretty nice notch on some woman’s bedpost.
Yikes. But I guess if you’re a pro athlete you can expect to be stalked.
Maybe she’s the one who liberated Burgos from his stash of bling.
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