Take Me Out to the Ball Game
As a child, I lived and breathed the Los Angeles Dodgers, who, reciprocally, couldn’t have cared less if I’d died an agonizing death from juvenile leukemia. As a person of accelerating decrepitude, I’ve come to find cooking shows more exciting than baseball, but still turn the Dodgers game on when, as is the case far, far too often, the Food Network tur…
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