Did I miss the ball, or did the ball miss me? Who knows. Not my game. It probably coulda been, but I wouldn’t take off my spurs. No boots. Just spurs. So instead, I would reminisce about my days of being a rebel while I walked the 2 miles back home after the night shift. Married… with Children was always there to cheer me up though, because like a true Bundy, I define winning not by success, but through endurance. We found something special here, though, so let’s make the best of this family dynamic, and be like the mighty Tyrannosaurus. Leave. Deep. Prints.