On my first little league baseball team, I was issued a t-shirt with the number 2 on the back.
I thought to myself, "Yeah, that makes sense, 'cause I'm the shit!"
Over the years, the thought of a least favorite number never really occurred to me—until now.
I am not a hater and a negative person, but I cannot deny how much 39 sucks.
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