Sometimes, you just want to pay attention a body that has a chance. With the Twins sucking the sunshine out of the summer, the expectation of another lackluster essay at Target Field on Friday was too much to bear. Yes, the ballpark is beautiful. But this year's group is gross. Plus, you never distinguish which players are current to settle out a ballgame with upset stomach or possibly a brazen pimple.
So I tinge about going to see the Valkyrie, our native entry in the Lingerie Football League. The promotional videos show gals, wearing next to nothing, tackling each other. Add a rapscallion juggling on a unicycle and you've lyrical much got the basic in cat entertainment. But no encomiastic would come from that.
The ensuing flak, on so many levels, would be insufferable. Besides, the Valkyrie were playing in Green Bay on Friday night. And we don't remember if they are any good, or if they even keep to score. Of course, there isn't much tiff about the really winners in township uprightness now.
We've all been following the Lynx's exploits throughout the summer. They've sent their crowds where one lives blithe almost every nightfall and Friday night's profession against the San Antonio Silver Stars was no exception.
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