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GiantsGiantsGIANTSGiantsGiantsgiantsgiantsGiantsgiantsgiantsGiants That is all. Can you tell I'm a big baseball fan? Have a great night and a great weekend, everyone!

Welp, it's happened. I have officially run out of past writings that I can easily get onto my blog. Everything else I have written is either already on MCB, or it's something I would like to publish or present elsewhere in the future. I hope that you, my handful of readers, have enjoyed the journey back in time in terms of my writing. Now, I will have to think of a new Friday segment, and of course, I will be requesting feedback on such wherever and whenever I can. Thank you for your reading. Now if you'll excuse me, I have to ask my fiancée just what the Hell she's planning to do with my hair, which she is, as of now, playing with. ...It's a ponytail. She made a tiny ponytail. I bet it looks totally bizarre. My fiancée, on the other hand, says it makes me look somewhat like Shippo from Inuyasha. I just...I don't even. Until later tonight, friends.

The woman who had once been the underdog was now the champion. Of course, while everyone in the stadium or on their couches, watching at home, were cheering and celebrating with buckets of potato chips and tankards of beer, the fighter was busy in the locker room, nursing a twisted wrist and a blackened eye. Her opponent had been more than tough - she had been vicious. Her manager stood over her with his arms folded tightly against his chest. "Not bad to walk away with that, I'd say," he remarked. "Good job."