Morning, May 23, 2008

Dear Diary,

It's Brian Cashman again. Despite walking four guys (including that zero Bynum; how the hell do you walk Freddie Bynum?), Ian managed to not suck and we won the game. Hank slapped my ass this morning and shouted "Good job kid" at me. If he wasn't signing my paychecks I would snap his neck. 

I'm going to drive around town with the top down today; I fucking deserve it. 

-Brian Cashman

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