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The Wokes and the Racists agree on everything I think everybody has a story similar to this. The uncomfortable memory of overhearing your parents having sex. I was about 10 at the time.

I have one of the old Vintage wind-breakers with the old logo on the back. I have an old hat as well but it starting to have an odor about it that some of the guys here offer hats for free just to bury it. I have been playing here in Fresno since 2009 and I am planning to play a few more years. I think they will have to carry me off the field to make me stop. But I do publicize the camaraderie that Vintage has had over the years.