Baseball has been very good to me...

[Cal Godot]

Boy, amazing ain't it? How a fragment from that damn book can create such a
ruckus? (Or are well all jes' more'n a wee bit bored as the languor of
summer draws on? It's even tepid up here in Beve-land...)

First of all, in re "curve balls:" if'n you ever stood over home plate with
the ole splinter in your paws, you'd know damn well that a curve ball does
indeed curve, a slider slides, a knuckle ball dances like a mad sprite
a-and a fastball (a good un, that is) whizzes past you like Speedy Gonzales
on a good day. If you'd ever tossed those babies you'd know they curves,
too. My fast ball was warm, my slider wilder than Drew Barrymore and my
knuckler about as predictable as Clinton's foreign policy. But my curve
ball... that one got me into college with all them smart people. Whenever I
used to let one go, the batter would get this look on his face like "Wasn't
that high and outside?" (Unless he was sinister, that is.)

Speaking of sinister: The majority of folks in this here world is
north-paws, right? Those of you average folks tell me: how often during a
day do you use your left hand? Lessee, I'm right handed; how often to I use
ole lefty? Hmmm... typing; picking my nose; eating (unless I'm in Morocco,
right?); fly-fishing. Back in my baseball days, I used the hand a whole
bunch more. Especially when a line drive came screaming across the sky
right at my chest (damn, that hurts). Mebbe this is why baseball is
sinister.

O'course, I realize I'm repeating things already suggested, but I wanted to
join the exchange, if only so Steely wouldn't be the only veteran of the
green out amongst you basketball-watching heathens. (BTW, Steely: I see the
BoSox and the Marniers (tee hee) are duking it out. Whaddya think our
wildcard chances are, eh?)

Uh. Hurmph. You think Pynchon's a baseball fan, foax?





Cal Godot       JAZZ FLAVORED COFFEE
     e-mail:  godot at wolfenet.com
WWW: http://www.wolfenet.com/~godot/
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What is most appealing about young folks, after all, is the changes,
not the still photographs of finished character but the movie,
the soul in flux.  -- Thomas Pynchon