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Just when I think I can't take another round of Trot treating his pants like a portajohn, Rakes asking me for the 1,359th time why Luke Skywalker has a green light saber, and Ciera taking the expressway to teenage land I stumble across someone or something that reminds me how freaking good I've actually got it.
Tonight it was catching the Josh Hamilton special on the MLB Network.
Nothing like a little dose of reality to fix your own personal pity party.
I know some think he gets more notoriety than he deserves, and granted I've never had a family member deal with this kind of addiction (I do have some relatives who have dealt with substance abuse issues but not exactly at this level) but I think this guys story is awesome.
If Big Papi doesn't win it, I'm really hoping a certain OF who plays for the Texas Rangers somehow wins the AL MVP this year.
I gotta go now; Trot just got out of bed for the 16th time, I forgot to make Rakes go to the bathroom before I put him to bed, and Ciera and her 2 friends who are sleeping over are making more noise than the average Ozzy Osborne contest.
Opening Day can't get here fast enough.
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