You never know what sort of adventures await in VGFatboy land. Today, for example, we had the adventure of the dog who thought she should wet every blade of grass...followed immediately by fatty runs out of his shorts...on the FRONT STREET BRIDGE! I think only three cars came by at that exact moment. Anyway...we went 2.01 miles. After all the missteps we probably walked as much as we ran, but we were moving forward.
The mighty Sting fell to a good pitching Philo squad in their season opener. Too many little mental errors on D spelled the difference.