Baseball really has a way of making you feel special by throwing you in a trunk, filling your shoes with cement and chucking your body into a large body of water.
Forget about the team’s losing streak by crawling into bed to contemplate the annual migration patterns of the monarch butterflies.
No game today so out of boredom I decided to subject myself to a stale candy from the gas station down the street.
Time passes as time should pass,
Slowly, unassailable in its position
Onto the 15th inning, still tied
Sort of like when the aggressive car tailgating behind you switches lanes an annoying amount of times, speeding ahead, going through a bunch of yellow lights they aren’t legally supposed to be accelerating through, but then you casually no-big-deal catch up to them 5-10 minutes later and he realizes it and has that face on him.
It feels like that.
Everyone is just here for the chance of winning the 50/50 raffle
Photo credit: Jason Greashaber.