Peanuts and Cracker Jack
Are actually two snacks I don’t have much use for. Licorice twizzlers are another, nothing but trouble. But the point is, Lt. Stine had extra baseball tickets so we’re going to the game. Baseball is hard to understand, but the ball itself is great. All that stuff inside it! A lot of work to get there, but it’s worth it.
Meanwhile, Bernie’s looking for his glove – he always takes it to ball games, just in case a ball comes our way, and I’m sure hoping that happens. Did I mention Bernie has a great arm?
Also: it’s Sunday, meaning Elvis gospel. Everything’s just about perfect. Hey! Forget the just about.
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