I feel so insecure. It seems like my parents don't love me because I am too fat. All I want to do is eat, live and love. Isn't that the point of life? To enjoy it while it's in it's prime. But I'm not in my prime. Every now and then I find a cornflake buried in my mounds of flab and that just reminds me of my weight. Every time I move, every time I walk, run or anything, my booty just wobbles around. I just can't stop eating. All I want is to fit in, but I just love food so much. I hide my feelings away from everyone so no one can see me hurting. But then I see how you look at me. Your eyes don't hold pity or revulsion. They hold something else, perhaps you are extending a hand of friendship. I guess I'll never know. But every time I see that welcoming glint in your eye then my heart warms and all the dark feelings will fall away and I know that everything will be okay. One day. And I just want to thank you for that, for all you've done for me. Even if you never truly acknowledge me, I always greet you mentally as an old friend. Thank you.
Our over-reliance on the shift is so annoying sometimes. I know the numbers show it’s been working but damn
Well, it was a good learning lesson for Martin. This was going to be a tough one for so many reasons. Hope James can put out the fire for him. Martin did so well against the Rangers, with all those K's. I believe he's going to be a great pitcher. Please don't trade him!
No question we need another starter. I think our chances of getting Bumgarner are very low. Every playoff team will be trying to get him and with his no trade list it makes it even more of a challenge. I expect the Astros to add someone. I just doubt we get Bumgarner.
