Jet City's B travel team is called the B-52s. Prior to the newest influx of fresh meat, they were a little shy on players so anyone who wanted could join. I decided to join because two practices a week simply aren't enough, besides - there's that whole 2 years to Bombers goal.
The B-52 uniform is exactly the same as the Bomber uniform in the event that they needed to pull one of us up to play for any particular game. I sleep in it every night in the hopes that I will dream of greatness.
(don't be grossed out. I haven't played in it yet.)
Also...
I saw a three year old riding a bike today. No training wheels. I was nine before I learned to ride a bike and even then it was only to avoid the embarrassment of showing up to bicycle safety day at school in training wheels. What the hell are the doing to kids these days? Don't they have any fear?
<posted on 5.29.12>
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