Someone once said that watching baseball was like watching paint dry. I’ve seen paint dry faster than a baseball game.

We watched a movie and CA decided it was bedybye time for her and I decided to watch a RedSox ball game just because I was still awake and felt adventurous. I can’t believe it. Live and learn.

First thing I want to say is, “Who cares?”

Second thing is, paint really does dry faster.

Third thing is, who the hell are those over-the-hill jerks with diarrhea of the mouth who think what they have to say is in some way what we all want to hear, or in some remote way is related to a baseball game? I found that I could turn the sound off and actually enjoy the game. Why in the hell are they even there? Is it some kind of jobs program? Would they all be in a half way house for the un-talented were it not for this job? Give me a break!

So I drank a beer and ate a few nuts and went to bed. Did I miss anything? I guarantee I did not. I can remember whole years without seeing a baseball game. Several in a row, as a matter of fact. I don’t feel neglected. OK, it was something to do. I suppose that is the genius of he game. It’s something to do. I actually get more out of solitaire. Or even the beer. Well, I’d say it’s toss-up.

Good night Mr. and Mrs. North and South America and all the ships at sea. I always wanted to say that. I thank you Walter.

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