http://underpantsontheoutside.com/blog/2006/10/09/americas-new-dream-team/ Funny stories and superheroes Thu, 20 Nov 2008 23:02:45 +0000 http://wordpress.org/?v=2.3.3 http://underpantsontheoutside.com/blog/2006/10/09/americas-new-dream-team/#comment-1343 GQSmooth00 Wed, 11 Oct 2006 01:04:04 +0000 http://underpantsontheoutside.com/blog/2006/10/09/americas-new-dream-team/#comment-1343 I love the fact that the readers of underpants are not good at sports. I love the fact that the readers of underpants are not good at sports.

]]> http://underpantsontheoutside.com/blog/2006/10/09/americas-new-dream-team/#comment-1345 z Tue, 10 Oct 2006 19:02:18 +0000 http://underpantsontheoutside.com/blog/2006/10/09/americas-new-dream-team/#comment-1345 yeah...somehow I'm not surprised. yeah…somehow I’m not surprised.

]]> http://underpantsontheoutside.com/blog/2006/10/09/americas-new-dream-team/#comment-1331 Thunder Lizard Mon, 09 Oct 2006 17:10:48 +0000 http://underpantsontheoutside.com/blog/2006/10/09/americas-new-dream-team/#comment-1331 I picked clovers during in right field during t-ball. And I cried when, after hiting a potential homer, I didn't want to run all three bases. The fact that I hit the ball really far should have been enough to score a point. My dad was never the same after my only t-ball season. I picked clovers during in right field during t-ball. And I cried when, after hiting a potential homer, I didn’t want to run all three bases. The fact that I hit the ball really far should have been enough to score a point. My dad was never the same after my only t-ball season.

]]> http://underpantsontheoutside.com/blog/2006/10/09/americas-new-dream-team/#comment-1328 tko Mon, 09 Oct 2006 16:27:38 +0000 http://underpantsontheoutside.com/blog/2006/10/09/americas-new-dream-team/#comment-1328 I could never muster the attention necessary to excel at t-ball; I stood in deep right field with my glove over my face observing how the webbing bent the light until I clued in to my teammates yelling my name and then I would desperately try to find the ball that had rolled past me. I could never muster the attention necessary to excel at t-ball; I stood in deep right field with my glove over my face observing how the webbing bent the light until I clued in to my teammates yelling my name and then I would desperately try to find the ball that had rolled past me.

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