90% of this post sounds like a cliff notes / mini Ted Talk on the history of my Groundhogs Day “love life”.
See also, repeated adventures of failure and futility… leading to, “I don’t give a f***.” 😆
I’ve got to go take my boy to a game and scout this kid a dozen or so times this spring. Son goes to school right by UCLA. We drive by that field on the way home 3 or 4 days a week.
This draft seems stacked. Cant the league make a special White Sux rule? Let us pick 1.1 and 1.2 in the same year… we fucking deserve that s%*#.
Bitches.