Anyways, long story short: the beers were 16 ounces, and I finished those.
But either way, when I went to order my hot dogs, they were all sold out.
So I had to eat brats.
People said I should put an asterisk by it but I won’t do that.
And Liam would have to dress up as a Leprechaun to introduce me.
Well here’s what happened when Liam the Leprechaun introduced my left-handed pitch.
In fact, bad.
That was never going to be a Strike.
Why couldn’t I just finish two more brats?
And now we’re in a time crunch.
I went from thinking this was a fun little every few weeks event to being officially nervous.
