Archive for January, 2012
There’s something mysterious about a pout — it’s just as endearing as a gap-toothed smile is to me. Just don’t overdo it.
“So do you play baseball in Nigeria?” my friend Ernie asked as he switched lanes. We were heading on I4 to Lakeland to play table tennis. “No. Cricket’s about the only batting game,” I replied. “Now that’s one game I’ve never understood. Wickets, fielding, batting — I don’t know anything about that stuff. I know […]