Drew, and even our own batting coach, the aforementioned B. J. Surhoff. Lots of jocks used initials in lieu of first names.But some wag got to calling... our "T.S. Williams" by the much-more-fun name of "Tough Shit," and, naturally enough, that had rapidly become his nickname-for-life.Probably not exactly what old Dad had in mind.Anyway, I asked Surhoff what the problem was with the kid's hitting. I knew Tough Shit was hanging in there at around .282, and that he'd finished the previous year at. It was an idea for another day though, as some of the slot machine jackpots were well worth winning.I found the table games area and located the roulette table closest to the front door. With great trepidation, and a prayer to a God I don't believe in - which I hoped He wouldn't hold against me right now - I looked to see how the wheel was physically constructed...The wheel and ball looked IDENTICAL to the one used at Spirit Mountain, other than some irrelevant decorative differences, which was. Your Mom would not approve, you know." I know, Daddy. She doesn't want me even thinking about stuff like that. We don't have to tell her, do we?"He smiled. I felt so much more relaxed with the whole conversation when I saw that smile!"No, we don't have to tell her. To be honest with you, I'd never hear the end of it if she knew I was working on helping you develop a sexy bottom. Listen, this time of year your mother works until six. I usually go to the gym from four until about that time, but I. Each kid told them what foods they liked, which they didn’t, and why. I attributed some to the girl’s age when they said how they loved broccoli and all types of beans because it made them have farts that were loud and stunk. One girl let out a fart as a nanny’s phone spoke out to not let one of the girls have broccoli and beans with certain foods because it made the girl’s gas smell like rotting corpses. I saw the lights come on over the heads of some of the nannies after that statement. A few.