On the first day of school, a day fraught with so many technical problems that our neighbors were actually interviewed by the local news about their woes, I stood after a tense 5 hours at my desk, stretched my spasming back, and then headed out the door for a quick walk. As I powered through the neighborhood I came upon a man pitching baseballs for his daughter of about 6. "You be the outfield," he directed his son, who was even younger.
"Is this PE?" I laughed as I trotted past.
"You better believe it!" he answered.
"Is this PE?" I laughed as I trotted past.
"You better believe it!" he answered.
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