I was flipping through channels on TV and came up on an Angels game against the Texas Rangers. Batting for the Rangers -- Gerald Laird. This guy lived in my neighborhood and we went to the same elementary school. We're also the same age. I remember him. He was the tallest and most athletic kid in the whole school. Each year, we held "noon leagues" during lunch time for football, basketball, and softball. He usually won the MVP awards every year. This made him popular. This also made him a cocky, punkass bastard.
He's now a professional baseball player. He's big. He's rich. I bet he's still a cocky, punkass bastard.
What am I? A 24 year-old community college student. I want to die.
He grounded out to end the inning.
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