When we got bumped up to Class B and somebody else did too, we couldn't be in it anymore. There probably aren't many Class C teams around anymore.

If you want to be the most popular person in your class, whenever the professor pauses in his lecture, just let out a big snort and say, 'How do you figger that!' real loud. Then lean back and sort of smirk.

That was one of the first things I looked at, ... We're the 78th team in Class 6A and Cypress Bay is the largest. We get to go against them, and they're one of the teams to beat.

It's middle-class housing in a lower-class neighborhood that has no transportation network. People have not been willing to pay the prices asked.

Too bad when I was a kid there wasn't a guy in our class that everybody called the "Cricket Boy", because I would have liked to stand up in class and tell everybody, "You can make fun of the Cricket Boy if you want to, but to me he's just like everybody else." Then everybody would leave the Cricket Boy alone, and I'd invite him over to spend the night at my house, but after about five minutes of that loud chirping I'd have to kick him out. Maybe later we could get up a petition to get the Cricket Family run out of town. Bye, Cricket Boy.

I can hire one-half of the working class to kill the other half