Once upon a steamy weekend, a bawdy band of stinky 10-year old boys in baseball uniforms, wearing cleated footwear and dreaming about the thrill of victory, lit upon a diamond filled with their fellow dudes in Oxnard.
Through a barrage of bats, balls, gloves and brawn, they won. Yee haw. And that’s all you need to know about them in this story. OK, yeah, they’re advancing to a new division after they get to the orthodontist for an adjustment, after they’ve thrown around gritty buzzwords ...
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