Hey I need to get this off my chest about the "accident" you may have heard about. What happened was when I was th hog coach, I told the old ball and chain I had to go into the office and review some film one day. Only I didn't have to go to the office (ha ha), but what I really did was I cruised by and picked up my side ho. You may have seen some pics..I can't remember her name right now... blonde with a nice pert rack, a real tight little package who knew her way around the flagpole if you know what I mean. Anyway there we were cruisin down route 16 and who do we meet but that ass of a fiance of hers. Well he sees us comin and starts driftin over into my lane. I almost sharted my britches as he forces me off the road, gets out of his truck and says he's gonna kick my ass. I said well bring it on brother! I balled up my chubby little fists, and then he proceeds to knock me flat on my ass with a roundhouse, pummels my face with a few blows,then picks me up by the feet and drags me around in the gravel for about five minutes. I mean holy crap, what did I ever do to this guy?/?11/? This explains why the side ho had not a scratch on her while I looked like I'd been fed through a corn picker (lol!). After that the holier than thou Hog admins had a little shit fit... somethin about hirin the side ho outta turn. Anyway then Tommy boy called me and said if I could keep my nose clean for a while he might see his way clear to run me through the minors for a year and then bring me back into the fold if you know what I mean. Anyway the scabs all healed up and hey here I am. He said don't worry about how I left last time, cuz he'd have some of the boys down at the CJ smooth it over with some nice stories about golf caddyin and stuff. Aint it funny how things work out?