I played racquetball against this guy one time at the ymca.

Years after he retired, guess he missed the competition, something to do, etcetera.

Jesus Christ he kicked my ass.

Whacked me in the head with his racket, had that little ball flacking all over the place and beaning me in the nads, the whole nine yards.

It was an abysmal showing on my part. Looking at the picture, I’m actually a little scared. Well, scared isn’t the right word, but it brings back memories of a severe whupping.

Guess that’s why he was a DODGER.

Go Blue.