Sloppy game by a sloppy team. Boone: “I think we have a very good defensive team” Jesus, what does he think a bad defensive team looks like? Ump was bad, but not why we lost. Boone said Fried’s finger was OK despite the fact there was bleeding when he came off the field.
Manic depression is searching my soul. I know what I want but I just don't know. Cashman and Bonnie, I wish I could caress caress... manic depression is a swing and a miss...
Breathe deep the blathering Boone Watch lights fade from every room Bedsitter people look back and lament Another game’s useless energy spent Impassioned fans wrestle as one; Lonely man cries for love and has none; New mother picks up and suckles her son; Senior citizens wish they were young But which is an illusion
Same here, Hoss. Same here. I was just working on a piece about memory, which is an interesting thing, but for another time. Maybe it was the spate of recent musical quotes from the 1960s or 70s that prompted AA's inspired, lovely stanza. Maybe we should go further back.....(sound of the time machine swirling and swirling and swirling to a dim low-res video of Shelley sitting at this desk, staring out over the sea, pen in hand...)
I weep for Los Yanquis - they are dead! Oh, weep for our pinstripes! Through our tears Thaw not the frost which binds such dumb heads! And thou, sad hour, selected from all the years To mourn our loss, rouse thy dick-less compeers, And teach them thine own sorry, say: "With us Died The Yankees; till the Future dares Forget the past, our fate and fame shall be A blot and a dim flashbulb unto eternity!" Hal does suck and Brian, too. And let us not Neglect dim Boone. We are all without hope here, too.
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That looks like chirpies.
ReplyDeleteIt's a canarial disease.
And it's untweetable.
Nothing a little epoxy can’t fix.
ReplyDeleteAll these solo homers. What an inspiring offense. They're sure to win.
ReplyDeleteFried is getting fried.
ReplyDeleteIs Goldsmith hurt? Or was he just swinging a hot bat and Bonehead benched him?
ReplyDeleteA team of clowns.
ReplyDeleteUnfortunately the Pennywise type.
ReplyDeleteDoes anyone think that the possibility exists where Boone won't be let back into the country and that he will be forever exiled into Canada?
ReplyDeleteIt’s not what you want…
ReplyDeleteI say keep the losses coming.
ReplyDeleteNo pain - No gain
Sloppy game by a sloppy team. Boone: “I think we have a very good defensive team” Jesus, what does he think a bad defensive team looks like? Ump was bad, but not why we lost. Boone said Fried’s finger was OK despite the fact there was bleeding when he came off the field.
ReplyDelete🤡 clown show by team and manager
ReplyDeleteManic depression is searching my soul.
I know what I want but I just don't know.
Cashman and Bonnie, I wish I could caress caress...
manic depression is a swing and a miss...
Breathe deep the blathering Boone
ReplyDeleteWatch lights fade from every room
Bedsitter people look back and lament
Another game’s useless energy spent
Impassioned fans wrestle as one;
Lonely man cries for love and has none;
New mother picks up and suckles her son;
Senior citizens wish they were young
But which is an illusion
Beautiful, AA! Except...I don't particularly wish I were young. Very glad to be this age, in this world.
ReplyDeleteSame here, Hoss. Same here. I was just working on a piece about memory, which is an interesting thing, but for another time. Maybe it was the spate of recent musical quotes from the 1960s or 70s that prompted AA's inspired, lovely stanza. Maybe we should go further back.....(sound of the time machine swirling and swirling and swirling to a dim low-res video of Shelley sitting at this desk, staring out over the sea, pen in hand...)
ReplyDeleteI weep for Los Yanquis - they are dead!
Oh, weep for our pinstripes! Through our tears
Thaw not the frost which binds such dumb heads!
And thou, sad hour, selected from all the years
To mourn our loss, rouse thy dick-less compeers,
And teach them thine own sorry, say: "With us
Died The Yankees; till the Future dares
Forget the past, our fate and fame shall be
A blot and a dim flashbulb unto eternity!"
Hal does suck and Brian, too. And let us not
Neglect dim Boone. We are all without hope here, too.
We are blind and our dog is dead.
ReplyDeletePerhaps however the Dog is Blind and We are Dead
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