Let me tell you something people,

Now, being a big fatty fat out of shape rocker dude who drinks too much and is emotionally repressed with many anger and personality issues is fine and all, but suprisingly doesn't help too much in the ongoing Somerville Rock House Wiffle Ball League season. The boys and I have been hitting the field every day now after our mind-numbingly stupid and un-wiffle ball like day jobs and I gotta tell ya, I'm hurting. You wouldn't think that swinging a three ounce piece of plastic could reduce me to such a state, but last night all I could do with myself was lie in the tub and think about drinking. Tough set. Ah well....