Prospect Camp.

Alright, after a little encouragement from Robbie Dee, I have given thought to going to prospect camp tomorrow, sans Looters Sr. You know, if I can get out of my car and go inside (for some reason I am SO shy...). It all really depends, because I would love nothing more than to go there, freeze, and watch the prospects do their thing. So, if you read, or even care to come say hi to me while I'm there, I'm the one with the 2002 silver Honda accord with the "Thrashers Girl" front license plate. You know, it could happen. So, if you see the car, and you're a reader, say hi. Don't get your hopes but...you know.