All posts tagged: Baseball

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Stinky-Poo…?*

“There is a vitality, a life-force, a quickening that is translated through you into action, and because there is only one of you in all time, this expression is unique. And if you block it, it will never exist through any other medium and be lost. The world will not have it. It is not your business to determine how good it is; nor how valuable it is; nor how it compares with other expressions. It is your business to keep it yours clearly and directly, to keep the channel open. You do not have to believe in yourself or your work. You have to keep open and aware directly to the urges that motivates you.” Martha Graham   Not exactly the most succinctly worded sentiment. But one that bears repeating, over and over again! For myself, if not for you and yours…     Now… It’s been a long time since a post of mine elicited absolutely no response, whatsoever, from the vastness that is the blog-o-sphere… Nada. Zilch. Whoa, Nelly, even the crickets …

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It’s the most wonderful time of the year…

Sing it with me now… No, not the Christmas song. Although I don’t doubt that somewhere – somehow – someone is already putting up their Christmas decorations for the coming holiday season – as well as dusting off all those seasonal CD’s that haven’t even had time to get dusty in the first place. I SWEAR, if I hear the first carol anytime before the end of Thanksgiving, I’m gonna go just all kinds of medieval on somebody… *Ahem* What I meant to say is… Why, no, I don’t happen to be referring to that particular Christmas song… I’m talking about a different grand old favorite – that blessed bit of seventh inning stretcherissimo teeterus maximus, and only slightly intoxicated, off-key and rhythmically challenged bellowing of:

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The First Planetary Constitution

A lethargy has set in these days. A lassitude has wrapped itself around my shoulders, like a heavy winter shawl. A piece of clothing once referred to as a ‘muffler’. Kind of appropriate, actually. The inertia has taken on a rather specific form.* That of an unwillingness to settle down and do some serious writing. If you can call anything I write ‘serious’… Although I do believe that even writing comedy can be an endeavor filled with gravitas. It’s just not nearly as much fun to do it under those conditions. Not when one’s writing is so full of it. … he typed slyly…

Alone with his thoughts

The Captain – An Appreciation

It’s not even been a week, since our beloved Captain hung up his spurs and rode off into the sunset, guns a-blazin’. Meanwhile, the bad guys are either left marveling at the supreme goodness of our hero, or pushing up daisies with their empty six shooters up on Boot Hill. Saloon gals far and wide swoon at the mere possibility he might be a-ridin’ into a one-horse town near them. Revered in word and deed, this man among men strode the dusty streets of every town from here to the Pecos, for nigh on twenty year, enacting his brand of Yankee justice. For which he was summarily and routinely booed. But in the end he remains standing, while so many others have fallen by the way, or sold their gun to the highest bidder. Many times was he wounded in battle, yet always he returned, tall, upright and unbent. Yeah, you know, the whole western hero shtick isn’t really working for me. I mean, it’s just a game, after all. Still, what can you say about a player who, in this …