I'm on an ex-pat baseball team in a league here. Apparently some mlb teams scout the upper division, like the brewers- no wonder they suck . . . Ex-pats really seem to lose it mentally after a little while. For instance: the guy who runs the team picks us up in this little VW hippy van and always brings his 8 year old son to the game. I sat shotgun with the guy last week, he's got a bottle of jack on the seat between us. we're at a railroad crossing waiting to go and he takes a pull and hands it to me to finish off. he says to me as i'm sitting there with a broken seatbelt, "i usually take a valium on game days in the morning, there's just so much pressure and shit for me to deal with. but i didn't have any more so i had to go straight to the booze today." he also teaches the 4th grade.
