My fancies were tickled when I tuned into the A’s-Indians game just in time to watch Carlos Santana — a player whom I very much like to watch — bat against Daniel Straily, another player I like to watch.
Fancies were tickled further when Straily’s moustachios flashed upon the screen — moustachios not unlike a young, hip dad might have sported in the ’70s or ’80s.
Sometimes I wish I could go back, start from scratch — a dumb baby with all my potential yet to waste. Maybe I’d make all the same mistakes exactly how I’ve made them already. But . . . maybe Dan Straily could be my dad?
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