Bob Seger and his Silver Bullet Band are touring our nation. I've not yet seen a confirmed San Diego date. I will go scorched frigging earth if he hits the west coast, does Portland, NoCal and skips my transplanted home city.
Uncle Mike Babcock doesn't care. He doesn't care about Bullet Bob and he doesn't care about the calorie count in a Charleston Chew. He just doesn't. He doesn't care about hurting your feelings and he's not impressed by your roomate's cousin in St. Louis who keeps forwarding him pictures of the tattoo he has on his chest of Erik Estrada.
And Uncle Mike doesn't care if he's hurting Ian White's feelings. All our Uncle wants is a win, and then about 20 more. Then 16 after that.
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