(Carlos Hernandez; diggin’ Amos Otis of the Royals, picking up the win last night)

Election chaos in sudan—

Bodies still being discovered in Pakistan—

Bulls win.

Hitting is a martial art insofar as

you can learn some version of it

in a strip mall somewhere

and theoretically be able to kick your way out of anything hairy,

or be able to hit Neftali Feliz, so long as you

remember what sensai said, and, 

just do it (an ad campaign that disappeared(?) 

invariably as people began asking what? and How?

and began responding otherwise to it as a mandate).

I am Gen Y, so sarcastic sometimes I annoy myself

and said, “that’s it”,

after each of the 70 MPH pitches in batting practice I hit straight up or behind me.

My pre-game drills yesterday were laughable.

Baseball is tough on types that

say their own names

at themselves pejoratively after they make a mistake.  

[damn it michael]

Strangely, terrible batting practice almost ensures productivity at the plate during the game.  You could probably attribute most of it to some ‘buckling-down’ ensuing during the game that doesn’t quite get aroused in practice, but this idea is passed on and reiterated by teammates in part because of the promise of the possibility of some baseball ensuing to the tune of handing you alms as opposed to flesh wounds.  In my first AB I walked without even having to swing. 

There are lucky lever pulls at atlantic city not specifically for a Steven or a Margie but for lever puller 649332 some tuesday—the ball kicks oddly off a perky patch of grass just out of reach of the middle infielders converging up the middle in white, they cannot reach the pinball.  

I’ve made it to the bases!  

But since I’m fast I’m immediately a suspect.  

MF DOOM: ”just cause someone wears a mask doesn’t mean they did nothing automatically”.  

No stolen bases today.  

sometime during the game-

Well Known Major League Star currently playing for the Bulls: 

“Why’d you play Doe so shallow?”

Me: “Doe?  I thought his name was Roe.  Roe’s stroke’s broke.  Doe ropes?”

MLV: “Doe’s dope.  You see his numbers last year?”

Me: I didn’t check.  [dun dun dun]

(Doe hit 30 homers and knocked in 100.)

Before I could say thanks, the Veteran threw a water ballon at his feet and vanished in

a cloud of water vapor.

Bulls Win.