Night Baseball

[jporter]

Had a date with a Real Goddess last night...Got to third- safely. Given the
righteous trim of her father's sail though, I'm not sure I'll ever make it
home...After the date I had a dream, reported here in the present tense:

Her dad is standing on that breast-like mound, which he doesn't seem
inclined to leave anytime soon, and he's looking me right in the eye...like
he may whip over that "fatal little photon" at any time (or in no time for
that matter)...Soooo, I won't be straying too far down the line toward home
plate (and momma's cookin' :)

But here comes his grandfather, the manager, out to give him a little
advice, and he's being joined there by the "yogi" from behind the plate.

At this point, the dream sequence is interrupted by a genial elder with
downsloping eyes and hair like dandelion gone to seed-

"Inspite of appearances here, a relatavistic analysis of this situation
from another point of reference would seem to indicate that you and your
brothers do not actually circle these bases at all. Given the injunction of
the "no absolutes" clause in my most popular version of gravity, you and
your fellow teammates can only Spiral the Bases."

 This put a whole new twist on my admittedly American notion of going home.

I awoke to the faint strands of a once popular aria often sung by the
heavy-set lady in the next flat.

jp