Thursday, July 03, 2008

A split second after hearing a loud sickening ping my skull is smashed by a baseball driven by an aluminum bat and dying on the dirty mound I curse the periodic table & the killers that lurk there. Aluminum ? Couldn't I have been slaughtered for gold or silver like so many others ? The Reaper enters the field of play answering no questions only eyeing the on-deck circle when suddenly I woke up in a cold sweat to the sound of another horrible ping realizing it was just a nightmare produced from falling asleep while watching the College World Series. Cowhide wasn't meant to be struck by anything not fashioned from an ash tree then again the American campus was never intended to destroy free speech but here we are living in such a world where impotent University Presidents face to face with fascism fail to sport wood preferring to receive it in the form of cash from bowl committees forever preventing a football playoff and contracts with aluminum suppliers denying baseball addicts the sweet crack of the bat.