back to the drawing board
So, the bad news is...no God.
Wah-WAH.
I was able to smack a (somewhat wimpy) CSHR in my first try on Sunday night, but on my second try (after a rather inappropriate crucifix-style home run call) I was only able to hit a line drive that fell somewhere near the fence for a base hit. The severe assiness of the ball overwhelmed whatever spiritual energy I could muster, and that was that. Science & Assiness 1, Faith and Magic 0.
My "religious" period was pretty enjoyable, though. In fact, I don't wholly retract my statements of the other day. I still think there's Magic out there in the trees and in the wind and in 32-ounce bottles of original-flavor Gatorade. I just don't know if a simple man like me is capable of harnessing it.
One thing I would like to take back is the part where I called other people's religious texts "madness". What the hell do I know, really? I just figured, those books were written by dudes centuries ago struggling with the same search for meaning and purpose that we're struggling with today, what are the odds that they are actually historically accurate? My guess is that they were meant to be symbolic and somehow somebody forgot to put disclaimers in there. We saw it happen to James Frey, with all the tools of modern technology at his disposal. Why not to some dude writing on parchment a couple thousand years ago? Still, if one of those books is dead-on balls accurate, let me say: My bad, Jesus, Allah, and company. You know I respect you. You know I'm just out here looking for a sign, trying to figure shit out. We're good, right?
One thing that's cool about the internet is that it's created a forum for hundreds of millions of sports fans to blog about stuff. Twenty years ago, there wasn't much in the way of dissenting voices in the world of sports. You were stuck with the (generally lazy and backwards-thinking) MSSM (Mainstream Sports Media) as your only source. If you were a fan with even halfway decent knowledge and intelligence, you spent most of your game-watching and paper-reading time smashing your head against the wall as an "expert" got away with saying stuff that you knew was just plain incorrect. There was no one to call bullshit. Now, in addition to all the passionate and often creative fansites, we have cool spots like FJM and Deadspin, critiquing the John Kruks of the world. And whether you like those sites or not, it's hard to argue that the infusion of some new thought into sports has been anything but good.
Good softball last night. We excitedly await a promised recap from the always-on-point PBdotC and his mega-creative bud James. We have pics from Leigh. It should be, as the kids are saying, stupid fresh.
Nobody got shoedat yet. I am lowering the value to 5 GP's and I am giving you a hint. They're real comfortable shoes.
Also, for twelve points, what am I bringing to work on Tuesday that I normally don't?
Wah-WAH.
I was able to smack a (somewhat wimpy) CSHR in my first try on Sunday night, but on my second try (after a rather inappropriate crucifix-style home run call) I was only able to hit a line drive that fell somewhere near the fence for a base hit. The severe assiness of the ball overwhelmed whatever spiritual energy I could muster, and that was that. Science & Assiness 1, Faith and Magic 0.
My "religious" period was pretty enjoyable, though. In fact, I don't wholly retract my statements of the other day. I still think there's Magic out there in the trees and in the wind and in 32-ounce bottles of original-flavor Gatorade. I just don't know if a simple man like me is capable of harnessing it.
One thing I would like to take back is the part where I called other people's religious texts "madness". What the hell do I know, really? I just figured, those books were written by dudes centuries ago struggling with the same search for meaning and purpose that we're struggling with today, what are the odds that they are actually historically accurate? My guess is that they were meant to be symbolic and somehow somebody forgot to put disclaimers in there. We saw it happen to James Frey, with all the tools of modern technology at his disposal. Why not to some dude writing on parchment a couple thousand years ago? Still, if one of those books is dead-on balls accurate, let me say: My bad, Jesus, Allah, and company. You know I respect you. You know I'm just out here looking for a sign, trying to figure shit out. We're good, right?
One thing that's cool about the internet is that it's created a forum for hundreds of millions of sports fans to blog about stuff. Twenty years ago, there wasn't much in the way of dissenting voices in the world of sports. You were stuck with the (generally lazy and backwards-thinking) MSSM (Mainstream Sports Media) as your only source. If you were a fan with even halfway decent knowledge and intelligence, you spent most of your game-watching and paper-reading time smashing your head against the wall as an "expert" got away with saying stuff that you knew was just plain incorrect. There was no one to call bullshit. Now, in addition to all the passionate and often creative fansites, we have cool spots like FJM and Deadspin, critiquing the John Kruks of the world. And whether you like those sites or not, it's hard to argue that the infusion of some new thought into sports has been anything but good.
Good softball last night. We excitedly await a promised recap from the always-on-point PBdotC and his mega-creative bud James. We have pics from Leigh. It should be, as the kids are saying, stupid fresh.
Nobody got shoedat yet. I am lowering the value to 5 GP's and I am giving you a hint. They're real comfortable shoes.
Also, for twelve points, what am I bringing to work on Tuesday that I normally don't?
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