Today we went up to Sydney to watch the dad play baseball for the first time. It was our first time, not his. He's been playing nearly every week since September, but it has always been bad timing or raining or something else. And I'm pretty sure it will be our last time, because watching a baseball game for two hours while trying to keep a baby from sticks, rocks, bats, flying balls, etc is not the easiest.
Anyway, it seems like BB's chosen profession is a baseball manager.
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| Ok, you're up to bat next. I think you should use this one. |
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| Listen up team. we're changing the lineup. |
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| Frank, you'll be fourth, and Jimmy, you're after Frank. |
With a high-paying career as a baseball manager, BB will be able to spend a lot of time at fancy restaurants, so he's learning all about them.
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| Excuse me, sir? We're ready to order over here. |
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| I'll have the braised rabbit, with a nice glass of pinot to go along with it. |
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| Delicious. |
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