So yesterday I was summonsed to the local county courthouse for one of America's longest standing and most cherished traditions; jury duty! Lame, I know. the horror stories of jury duty are widely known and involve hours upon hours of tedious boredom as potential jurors await there fate in a small room with no AC and stale donuts. This however is no horror story; it's a literary celebration.
I get up early, shower, trim the ol' beard, but on respectable clothing and get in the car to drive to the courthouse. I show up early to make sure I'm not late and so I don't have to wait in line for too long. At 8:30am the doors open, I go in through the metal detectors, and up to the potential jurors room to check in. I give her my name; Fish. SkinnyFish. A little bit of thumbing through some dot matrix printed pages and this is what I hear, "Your session has been canceled. You can go."
Civic duty fulfilled. Booyah! USA! USA! USA!
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Howard Berger wouldn't approve of this Damien Cox fan-boy blogger masquerade.
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32 games for Jeff Finger??? WTF mate?
Well VLM does and it wasn't pretty.
Winging it in Motown with a list that we can all agree upon.
Yakov Mironov brings back the bad memories.
Kyle Wellwood - Where he'd fit: Any roster with a large hole to fill.