Thursday, April 9, 2015

Last night, did The Master call our name?

I struggled all night with my MLB Radio feed - (pre-season rust, no doubt) - and never did get the audio. But in the seventh inning, A-Rod crushed a towering fly to the left field warning track. The YES-Men claimed that, on a less windy night, it would have left the park. (That's a new one, eh?)

But I'm wondering if John - seduced by the prospect of Alexander the Great's first 2015 A-bomb - cried out the name of this blog.

Was anybody listening? Did he do it? That's what we live for, by the way. And this year, I want to keep a running total.

1 comment:

Anonymous said...

The Master = The Loathsome "Anonymous"

Of course he reads the blog and taunts us by crying out unexpectedly.