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But—argh!—what gets me blood boilin’ is them bettin’ blokes. Underrated ‘er somethin’ fierce, called ‘er a long shot. Long shot?! She’s a cannonball, mate! Won the Derby in ’23, left ‘em eatin’ dust—happy as a clam, I was, screamin’ me lungs out. ‘We’re all fools in love,’ says *Yi Yi*—and I’m smitten with this horse, no lie. Quirky thought—reckon she’d outpace me Black Pearl on land, ha!

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After that, I stroll down to the park on Cranford Lane. It’s a nice spot, loads of trees, and the vibe is just right. I sit on a bench, pull out my guitar, and start jamming. I’m lost in my own world, you know? Then, outta nowhere, this group of kids runs by, playing tag. One of ‘em trips and falls right in front of me. I’m like, “Oof, that’s gotta hurt!” But he just gets up, brushes it off, and keeps running. Kids are tough, man.

Baseball: Cranford Defeats New Providence, 5-1