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And as I say that, I go get the mail.
It's a nice beautiful morning in southwest mo. I've got a good cup if coffee, it's not too hot out.
I stroll down the driveway, chipper, thinking "it's a good day, Chiefs play tonight, no work today, play golf this afternoon".
Once I reach the end of the driveway, I lay my hand on the mailbox. Something feels different. Something feels right.
I open it up, there's a new sports illustrated. "Awesome" runs in my head, "once the coffee kicks in, I'll have something to read in the toilet".
I pull it up to reading distance to check out the cover. Much to my chagrin, there's Jason Heyward, right there on the cover.
As I see that, I think, "**** PGM".
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