I have come to the sad realization that Jessica Alba is too young for me.
Plus, I'm way too hot, Lefty.
I am a little afraid of Atlanta, though. I’ve heard it is a scary place full of mountain trolls and Piggly Wigglys.
Try the Mountain Troll Chitlins.
Did you know that I lived in Hawaii for 6 years?
Baseball is one of those games that interjects the highest highs and the lowest lows into your life. From inning to inning--let alone throughout an entire season--your team can go from being on top of the world to the pit of despair. Hope is eternally kindled, but easily dashed. That is especially true during the pennant race and postseason.
My particular team has had a string of disasters just when it seemed as if they were making a move. One of the late inning pitchers, who had come in to dominate opposing hitters for nearly two years, suddenly lost it. He was giving up clutch home runs almost every time out, something like 6 out of his last 7 appearances. There is no real chance to make the playoffs.
I look forward only to a long winter full of regret.
Is it just me, or does the sun look a lot more menacing lately?