baseball, poetry, and kim chi

Monday, October 03, 2005

The fantasy baseball season is over. it was an honor to play with such classy guys and gals. They did their best, but, in the end, could do nothing against the monstrosity of the mango. We were a freight train, a bulldozer, a beautiful thing to watch. The forces of nature will now deconstruct the mango, the players will never play together again, it is enough to make me weep. good-bye my confidant, my early morning pass time. It was great. It really was. I’ll never forget you.

your friend



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