Ok, so, for a while I thought I had plantar's fasciitis, so I asked my dad for a baseball so that I could roll my foot on it. He's worked at the Disch for a while and has tons. So he digs an old one out and gives it to me. I used it for a while, but then I moved to a new apartment so it got packed up. Now, mind you, I do have other baseballs of my own, but they're signed and so obviously I didn't use them. Now that I'm all unpacked at the new apartment I grabbed the baseball from off my shelf and continued to roll out my foot. This has been going on since the beginning of June at least.
Just last night I was laying on the floor and the baseball was at eye level with me. Turns out it's not the baseball my dad gave me... it's a different one that he gave me years ago... signed by Roger Clemens.
Just last night I was laying on the floor and the baseball was at eye level with me. Turns out it's not the baseball my dad gave me... it's a different one that he gave me years ago... signed by Roger Clemens.
