A Major Schwopping

Right now, I wish I were a sports writer. They have all those fancy verbs at hand, you know, the ones that are synonymous with "ass got kicked".

Over the past three weeks or so, the Infinite Foosball Tournament has turned greatly in my favor. I hold a two game lead over the TB, but tonight I suffered my worst loss ever. I got spanked 10-1 by the conniving little wretch. This after I took him to Tee Ball, and then out to eat. Well, there's gratitude for ya'.

Just kidding. The boy just likes to play, and so do I.

Now it's bath time, kiddo, because I'm done.