You might remember Jay from a post waaay back when. He was the poor baseball player that I was drunkenly harassing on the field.
A few days ago we got a lovely email from him. His brother had seen the post and read it and thought it was funny. He actually does remember someone yelling at him during the game. He's the 1st ever athlete that has sent us an email after seeing his post. That's why this week, he's got my undies all moist.
You don't see Dirk, or Becks, or Big Ben, or any of them writing us. Nooooo...they're too busy. We offer them promises of pleasure, the never ending cascade of our affections, a ticket to the all night party that is Mandy and Lauren, and so much more. And what do we get? Nothing from them.
I noticed this quote on his player page from http://www.saltdogs.com/:
Yaconetti is Yaconetti. He’s going to get balls. He’s going to stop balls with his teeth. However it looks, he gets it done. And he gets big base hits.
That's funny that we have so much in common. Oh, I'll get your balls. I won't stop 'em with my teeth, well maybe just a little, and no matter what I'll get it done. And rest assured the base hit will be big.
Labels: 3rd base, ball games of all kinds, panty creamer
