Been bucklin’ under the fever of cabin, but wit’ snow comes a whole lot less shootin’ and stabbin’; in spring comes the arming of long winter’s nappers, shot swapping like limo-ed up ‘ballers and rappers... Ain’t life an endless series of trade-offs? The cool car, yeah, but the huge payment; a Big Mac and fries comes with heart condition; opportunity knocks the wind right outcha. The Yin needs the yang; the comic, the tragic; equilibrium’s a ticklish trick but not magic. Bitter with the sweet, small print ‘neath the large terms; birds get to fly, but they gotta eat worms... Incidentally, I’ve choked down ‘most my entire annual B.S. quota, and the election’s still 8 months off. Osterize or Ostracize, I say!! Blend the tiny bit of decent DNA of each into a McCain/Bradley clone luv child named Al Bush, the De-form Party Candidate. (Poor Dolly; ewe must be groaning somewhere)... Dear Muff’s in a dither, spring training’s begun; tales of hot batting cages and big swings in the sun... Come to Felix’s - March 3 - something near, something new... And, The Pub - Mar 31- An April Fool’s Eve party u-betcha...
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