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Trumpet Music by Matthew 5/27 https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=bJRKW2T4Wm4 Trumpet Music by Matthew 4/16 https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=rhhnmsisCj0 Trumpet 3/31/23 https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=6BC2ts8KxdU Trumpet music Matthew 4/4/23 https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=pwJ_VrVrgFo A Game to Remember: 1997 World Series Game 7 Indians @ Marlins https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Io5W-X76HT8&t=45s https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/97_(number) https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Inversion Will-son play pro 79, that was better than a prince...Roger Racket. My 1969 Penny Medal. 1x666. 1x999. 1667. 2000. The Inversion of 1997. The Windows and the Gates. The 97' that was 98. I too, like Lil' Kim, had a license to drive at 3. The Reverend who married them. It was Gravity who brought them to Earth. Married by the Moon. When one, Sung lll. Mah Jong Un. Psy...who was a Cyborg...he said he was an Engineer with no lessons for singing to Simon Howell. Touring for Three Hours, Will-again almost Hung up his career before going to the wall...he assumed was a drawing board, and launching his Wonder as if it were his last. Not black and orange, but black and pink. He, psy...was a spy at a baseball team...using his statistics background from engineering to scout...; he needeth not radar to observe the throws from short...and knew by knowing leverage...through his study of free-body derreks...who the cheaters were. When the Bull Dozed. The Lonely Coliseum Won. There was Ram in the Himalaya. My Horn heard below. Shaq-Gozar. In Five Weathers. Or Four Feathers. Two lovers who ventured to Swat. Our Dot. One Bell calls for the occasion. Dos Equis...with or without Tacos? This is my Sorry. Let me begin with it here. Was that apology...audible? The Babe was no curse in other men's fatal attraction to me.  So shall I begin. I don't always... "I'm not the man you think I am. Can you see taste? Can you smell sound? Was that...audible?" *In an Obama Voice.* That was Jeffari's Brand. The Sefari...that was Montgomery in the Amazon who could not risk sleep amongst the Pythons. When Sioux Falls, there were many pennies and few who could play them. There was Big-Horn and the Red Baron who took me to Marlboro Country in the Big Red Machine. My camel key-chain to my car, and the brass bull to my office. It is ironic I worked for Anvil on the Podium at the Wynn, which became the Encore. The Curtain Calls. The Trump Mah'haloa, and the calls from La Plaza in the Case Versus Caesar's World of Atlantic City. The Star of Law and Order, Uncle Sam Waterstown. That was the Lottery, the Oysters, the Pearls, and da bar that wasn't free from chess the musical. Hawaii...the weather in Pashtu. "One made it back from Hawaii. His name was Obama" *In a Biden Voice* He would score a dozen-double taking them to court in down-town Chicago in WITSEC after being wrongfully arrested for filming his client at the airport...later coming to tally, to put them on the clerk's desk and say aloud to the attorneys in the lobby of the house, "Today Who's Dunkin? I know my case is a slam, I'm bailing out and posting up on the fly." That was 42...the inversion...24...the criminal and the civil tallies. Smoke wafted from a tent in the South-side one day for a Rotary that was before people were eliminated from politics for politicising their duties in Rotary on Facebook, and crowds gathered for what they thought would be the best block party of their lives, as they lined up with plates as Obama through down on the Barbie and sung about his Hometown Chicago. How all the plots in the American tradition are cooked up at the Barbie upon release. And two next two-point-o men with binoculars looked on from park benches and one said aloud, "The Sweepstakes that was once Bermuda. A Promise at Twilight. We gotta get this guy on a plane to Hawaii." For there were few that slipped by the cracks to become the Flint-Stone Governorate of Little-Rock that was Billy Bluff and the Hard Rock where my Mahal once Stood. For the 300...were Pinheads. And let it be Known...that Kings DO Bowl; Spare...being evidence of it. The Spare tire that did him no good as Sir Thomas Went-worth Vietnam when he found Four bold tires slashed after nearly going to Wall-pole. It is ironic after all his efforts...active with a spot-light since 63' that he and his princess are thinking about crossing the border out of retirement in Rosarito, Mexico to move to Canada. For he was Tomas without an "h" in Tijuana. He was not Harry, he was Hagrid. He was "H" driving into HQ with the blue-tooth to casting-calls. He was for the Reels, but he wasn't first in line. His father liked to keep him in the dark, and thus became accustomed to it. For he had the gift of light. And with his gift, their lives in Redlands, not the O.C.; where many people became lost after going to become discovered. One cool night after rehearsal, back-stage, and down the hall, in an alley, he lit up real good, and entailed. He began to find Meagan again and again in the dark. And upon first light, he knew love could never keep him out of the darkness again. He still had time to spare. I am an oil man and a can-person. And I am religious about the branch. My grandfather, the tin-man of Oz. And West-more-land La-Mountain David. I was Earl Went-worth Miler, the mail-man who told me a paradox that he was an Italian named Earl when I would run by before my structural engineering studies; for which a Vietnam veteran told me there was no such thing as an Italian named Earl in the Air Force who killed 2 in Vietnam. There was once a Guy...Harvey...in a report, with a Graham Cracker, who punched Davidson walking away in an Irish Bar in the back of the head..., and he fell off his 98' Fat Boy 4 years later and ended up in Sullivan's Funeral Home after a Farrell tried to help him. I wear the sword-fish, or Bill-fish shirts from the same brand as the Guy from my story. Ma-nana Pearl, insisted I live in the town where the mascot is a bull; playing Herb Alpert of Los Angeles first hit...and mentioning the dish-spiders that were tarantulas in Red-lands. Dear-ha. Dear-ha. My bruddah' who lived in Tent City. I was born in a Lincoln-Log Cabin. I believe in Rama Dan, and not U.S. TV Drama. The TV-Rama. Star Wars without Music.  He was no Lt. fighting Forest Fires Invierno. For I was Rain. Naftali. The Clouds. Like him, they would call him in from right to play first. And on the last day he ever played first, it rained...and he never played again. Because his father knew baseball was his past-time. And I, to him, and my Badar Farrahani...was the Gene. My vow to defend Grease. To be a 49'er. To overlook Area 51. And as a Gold Crook, when I licked the Mustard-Spoon that was French's and not Gulden, at the outset of my adventure at his journey's end, he told me the only way to bend a spoon, was to lose my mind. 777 at the Slots. That was All-Win Bond and his Cashe at the Slots in Mr. Cooper as if it was his Last, prior to being promoted as 0007 (Triple-O.) Singelo 7...the Radioactive ligand of copper, double-o 7 the radioactive ligand of arsensic and lithium. Spinning, and Calling "M" for Mum. My story began in irony with a phone call that led me to Jumanji and my Dari my mother proclaimed was basi for basic. There was Anvil. There was "Steel." There was "Engineering." I remember "The Canopy." And "The studs." My grandmother emphasized, "she" was "swedish" in my photo, but looked "45." Two-birds, one stone...the story of everyone else in my generation in Bustan that is not me; they carry the torches now. 4...is an unlucky number. I am thankful for Turkey, and religious about the Indians and Marlins 79' Series. But Delhi...is a place to me, and a place I only stand in out of respect for a brief moment of observation, in the Super-Market and never buy anything. My favorite color is Maroon...I wear it everyday in the life that is my maroon legend. For I had the last of the accurate legends, it was a maroon one. When to-wonder was to-wander, they in their organization, had a portrait of Kramerska, who was the real J. Peterman, that they hung to say it was me, my father who was the member of 2000; and for me there was no reality-tour or school-bus. There was Bobaski Fetna and his son Jangoskj Fettenatara...who my father told me was Portuguese in the Clone-Wars with our Rud-nick of another feather nation outside of fishing-berg...I now work in the office of the Khost of Al Mara. My relative Mark Guang-ge, who worked in the cemetary, who they tell me I am the same person as, talks about Monkey-Shines. He was as Good as Gon. I too wore a Pancho as a child for 7 years of Halloween. Seinfeld: "The Real Peterman" re-cut trailer https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=qtj5BHnnjzw There was Magic at the Love-Shaq that was Orlando, even when the Mail-man didn't deliver on Sundays because of Pay-town. Wading in the Heat. There was Love for 24...until the Day he ran out of the Diesel. It almost happened to my grandfather in Alaska with the helicopter; there was another guy in the Barrack, who would peel oranges...and a polar bear got him. Trumpet Music by Matthew 4/4/23 https://www.youtube.com/live/N2cxKEEUbqI Trumpet Music by Matthew https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=TUfvM_xrrkA Trumpet Music by Matthew https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=fAx4l49jglA&feature=youtu.be Trumpet Music by Matt https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=NLs4_hESCtw Trumpet Music by Matt https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=gmoOfVGZns4 Trumpet music by Matt https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=EaM9cwVuzcA Currently Reading: Angela's Ashes The Second Gold Rush Quartet of Causeries Flags of Our Fathers The Master Roger Federer Ligand Theory Organotransition (Bio-an-organic) Metal Chemistry, associated topics etc. Summa Logicae by William Ockham Currently Reading The Court Jester: My Story Paperback – November 3, 2009 by Mansour Bahrami (Author) and Imran Khan's Cricket Skills (July 31, 1991) Imran The Autobiography of Imran Khan (1983) The Autobiography of One of the World's Greatest All-Rounders. https://www.amazon.com/Court-Jester-My-Story/dp/1438987943 https://www.amazon.com/Imran-Khans-Cricket-Skills-Peter/dp/0863630294/ref=sr_1_1?crid=13IWKDHYNQJ65&keywords=imran+khan+cricket&qid=1658173652&s=books&sprefix=imran+khan+cricke%2Cstripbooks%2C145&sr=1-1 https://www.amazon.com/Imran-Autobiography-Khan/dp/0720714893

Last Updated on May 27, 2023
June 2021
Boston
North Shore
Woburn - Woburn HS
Men's Competitive2 3.25
Peerless Veteran,
played 100 or more matches
10
Overall League Record: 56 - 109
2024 Record: 0 - 0
2023 Record: 20 - 27
2022 Record: 32 - 51
2021 Record: 4 - 31
2020 Record: 0 - 0
2019 Record: 0 - 0
2018 Record: 0 - 0
2017 Record: 0 - 0
2016 Record: 0 - 0
2015 Record: 0 - 0
Playoff Record: 3 - 6
10 game Pro-set Record: 0 - 2
3-setters: 9 - 12
2 sets w/3rd set breaker: 4 - 11
Game Win Percentage: 44%
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Musician matthew01
Matthew 12 6 2022
Trumpet
Overall League Record: 56 - 109
2024 Record: 0 - 0
2023 Record: 20 - 27
2022 Record: 32 - 51
2021 Record: 4 - 31
2020 Record: 0 - 0
2019 Record: 0 - 0
2018 Record: 0 - 0
2017 Record: 0 - 0
2016 Record: 0 - 0
2015 Record: 0 - 0
Playoff Record: 3 - 6
10 game Pro-set Record: 0 - 2
3-setters: 9 - 12
2 sets w/3rd set breaker: 4 - 11
Game Win Percentage: 44%
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