21 May 2008

That's Why I'm Here in Right Field, Just Watching the Dandelions Grow.

Off in the distance, the game's dragging on,
There's strikes on the batter, some runners are on,
I don't know the inning, I've forgotten the score,
The whole team is yelling and I don't know what for.

Then suddenly everyone's looking at me,
My mind has been wandering; what could it be?
They point at the sky and I look up above . . .
And a softball his me in the nose.

How utterly embarrassing . . . wonder if urgent care is still open.

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