Clearing the air

First off, I want to send my deepest condolences to Cap Naismith. I know I've said some mean things about you, but you were always a great competitor and I have the utmost respect for you in that regard. I hope that doctor is able to work some magic and sometime down the road we'll be able to meet again on the field... and I'll be able to throw out fun/harsh remarks, and everything will be merry again. Here's to a solid recovery, and if that's not what was in the cards for you, I hope you have a prosperous life. You deserve it.

Not that it's good to wish an injury upon anyone, but the whole torn rotator cuff thing was going to happen to someone, wouldn't a better candidate have been that clown Landon Dailey? Does this guy even think about what he's saying ever? I've never heard that much swearing since I saw Resevoir Dogs. The funny thing is that he throws his little fits on the mound too. He doesn't get a call and he starts moping. The second time he starts swearing and crying. I've thought about bringing kleenex's to the game for him. Seriously Landon? You'd blow your brains out if you had to play on the same team as me? I hope at some point in time you get traded to the Crush, just so we could all see you do it. I'd put big money on the fact that no brains would come out. It would just be one hollow hole. Your 8-15 kid, shut your mouth.

On to happier subjects, Brenda Song and I are no more. Well, haven't really been for a few weeks now. Never really were I guess. Just two kids having fun is what we were. That said, with school starting up for most people my age, I have a personal tutor. What does this have to do with Brenda and I being no longer? Well, this tutor happens to be the same one that tutors Miley Cyrus. I've never met the girl and Hannah Montana annoys the hell out of me, but I can't hold that against her. She does what they pay her to do. She's still gorgeous. I must meet her.