Swimfin

I walked out, followed by one of them, who, in a similar strain, ordered me to button my coat, get my hands around.

Fins, he said, heels together, and head up.

Now, sir, he said, leaving me, when you are ready to come in, knock at that door, emphasizing the word knock.

The door was open.

I'm, I'm pumped.

I'm pumped, uh, to, to watch the Fins play even though, you know, we, we've talked about it.

Who knows what, what the season holds? Uh, we can only assume.

But, hey, I will never not wanna watch the Fins, so I'm excited.

23-17 Fins.

I'm calling it.

I love it.

Shout out Blake.