Saturday, July 5

Nothing could be sweeter than Nixon's home run just now... I can't believe how close to Millar's head that pitch that hit him was... Roger Clemens continues to be, in my book, an ass.

Spent the monrning in Manchester (by-the-fuckin-sea) having coffee, which I sorely needed. Beach fashion is so slovenly. Women in khaki shorts with tank tops and sun visors. Yuck. Where did the summer dress go? I wish it would come back.

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