Finally, It’s MY Turn to Make Jokes About The Dick

I’m going to let you in on a little secret.

Well, actually, if you’ve been following this blog for more than a couple of days, it’s probably not a secret. But here it is:

I have the maturity level of a twelve-year-old boy.

I do not know why this is, but it’s true. The more immature the humor, the more I laugh.

And so it has been with great envy that I have watched as my fellow bloggers’ teams have made their jaunts to Colorado. Because this meant that THEIR teams were playing at The Dick (aka Dick’s Sporting Goods Park.) Which meant that THEY could come up with theoretical headlines like “Chicago Sets The Dick On Fire!!” — headlines which always sent me into a fit Beavis-and-Butthead-type sniggers.

And now, finally, at long last, this weekend it is MY turn. The Galaxy are playing at The Dick. My brain has gone wild, turning itself loose, not just on headlines, but on things like Limericks! (Just imagine the rhyming possibilities!!)

But you know what’s sad? I just can’t do it. I start to come up with these things, and then my brain goes all girly and mom-like and I just can’t type the words.

Must…not…grow up…yet. Must…fight…maturity….

(I have four days to do this. Can I manage it?)

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