Spring is over. The teams folded. Big Bob is playing the field and Dinny is seeking shelter from hilarious short jokes with a shrunken down version of himself and a mutant wiffle ball. Oh, and maybe this noble act of playing fetch with Jaxxxon will gain him admittance to Darby’s pants. What a feel good story! I feel so good about it that I waited for the last minute to post this lame wrap up. Oh well, bring on some summer thing or other.