"Don't Eat the Tom Yum..."

So I'm out on the town in Kabul with long-time associates Gary Japan and Lex Isle of Man when the hankering for Thai food got the best of us...

Hemingway, I'm not...

Anyway, Gary had just flown in from a raccoon-killing spree in Memphis, and was dying for some Tom Yum soup...which he insisted, "be hot"...it arrives, I comment, "you'll be sorry", and 10 minutes later, he's drinking more Diet Pepsi than you can shake a stick at...I think he survived, as Lex and I sent him off to claim his suitcases at Kabul International (his flight got messed up), although he has not replied to any emails I have sent today...possible he might have incinerated from the inside out over-night...

So on to the Angry Item of the Day...

So I coach baseball in the Kabul Little League...2 teams...which leads me to this Public Service Announcement:

"Little League is NOT a free babysitting service. Please have your child, mentally and physically ready to play baseball - we are not here to grab-ass, spit on others, use four-lettered words, hit, disrespect, or spin-around in the outfield like ballerinas. Just because you're a crappy parent that can't say no to your child, do NOT think that I can't either".

Rant...over...