The kneed to look forward.

When I was a kid my Dad would play checkers with me. My eight year old brain would stare for what seemed like an eternity trying to figure out the perfect move to victoriously win the game.  Marty Brennaman would be announcing the Reds game while I sat on the olive shag carpet of the […]

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September 8th, 2015 by dogl2324