tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13067252.post112303552437408210..comments2023-11-10T10:13:48.855-07:00Comments on OK, So Here's The Deal...: 1/10 Of 1%. Not Enough.Viperhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07630008924317857925noreply@blogger.comBlogger2125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13067252.post-1123899019954337242005-08-12T19:10:00.000-07:002005-08-12T19:10:00.000-07:00and you kids will love you for it. as i'm sure you...and you kids will love you for it.<BR/><BR/> as i'm sure you read, i was in tears when i found out my parents decided to spend the ridiculous amount of money its going to cost to get them out to san fran for my first marathon, but they're doing it, and i love them for it.a.mariahttps://www.blogger.com/profile/12854668437789278911noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13067252.post-1123257004787001542005-08-05T08:50:00.000-07:002005-08-05T08:50:00.000-07:00I sort of feel your pain parent wise, I have never...I sort of feel your pain parent wise, I have never run a marathon, but I have played baseball since I was 11 and I am as old as you are now. My parents have never once watched me play or even come to a practice. They did all the volunteer stuff, but never watched me play. Their excuse was since I was/am a catcher they were afraid to see me get hurt. I will give them some credit, it is the most dangerous position, but outside of a few dozen bruises and one broken knee I faired pretty well all these years. At least they never had to watch me hit. Since I was/am such a good catcher no one cares how I hit, frankly I think Buster could rack up a better batting average than I have :)Anonymousnoreply@blogger.com