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On August 20, 1993, the Phillies beat the Houston Astros, 6-4. Kevin Sotcker’s bases-loaded triple in the eighth inning was the difference in the game. Two players who appeared in that game are still active (Curt Schilling and Todd Jones). One is dead (Ken Caminiti).
About an hour before this picture was taken, Aly Jones and I got in trouble for starting a food fight at lunch. We threw pudding at Katrina and Dana, our counselors, and we were told that we would not be permitted to go to this impromptu little beach party thingy, which would be our last chance to see the Rangers before camp ended.
Sniff.
Fortunately, Aly and I were both experienced in the art of crying hysterically on cue. K & D were powerless to resist us.
This looks like the Fischer I remember, back from the days he was my arch-nemesis. You see, we both drew comics at the tender age of 13, and though I had never met him and knew of him only in name, I decided that due to our mutual (and thus competitive) hobby, we had to be enemies.
Then, we wound up playing JV soccer together in tenth grade, and he was nice to me one day on the bus. I believe he was listening to Toad the Wet Sprocket on his walkman at the time.
January 29th, 2008 at 5:12 pm
On August 20, 1993, the Phillies beat the Houston Astros, 6-4. Kevin Sotcker’s bases-loaded triple in the eighth inning was the difference in the game. Two players who appeared in that game are still active (Curt Schilling and Todd Jones). One is dead (Ken Caminiti).
January 29th, 2008 at 6:22 pm
And “Free Willy” was the number 7 movie in America.
January 30th, 2008 at 4:22 am
About an hour before this picture was taken, Aly Jones and I got in trouble for starting a food fight at lunch. We threw pudding at Katrina and Dana, our counselors, and we were told that we would not be permitted to go to this impromptu little beach party thingy, which would be our last chance to see the Rangers before camp ended.
Sniff.
Fortunately, Aly and I were both experienced in the art of crying hysterically on cue. K & D were powerless to resist us.
February 10th, 2008 at 9:55 am
This looks like the Fischer I remember, back from the days he was my arch-nemesis. You see, we both drew comics at the tender age of 13, and though I had never met him and knew of him only in name, I decided that due to our mutual (and thus competitive) hobby, we had to be enemies.
Then, we wound up playing JV soccer together in tenth grade, and he was nice to me one day on the bus. I believe he was listening to Toad the Wet Sprocket on his walkman at the time.
Thus ended our enemy status.