Yo. Greetings from Oakland, California ...
My friend Boris is here, visiting from Bratislava. He is a scientist. He has never played baseball. It is a disease that must be cured. We will do it today. This is the time to be bold, poetical-athletical heroes. We are the champions!
Yes, today, me and my friends will take Boris on his virgin baseball voyage. I will be Bob Feller, or Babe Ruth, whilst he will adjust into the role of Goose Gossage. BK, the drummer, will play the roll of Rollie Fingers. And we will be manly types in the brash California sunshine. We will play a pickup game, a strange mix of West Coast dapper skullduggery, mixed with a hit of midwestern charm, topped off with nine innings of special "new Europe" flair. We will run the bases, will run the gamut, we will be macho's who refuse to not indulge in fun. We're the shit. We will not eat apple pie. We will not drive Chevrolets (today).
We will play baseball.
Not for world peace, not for change, not for learning and growing, not for other phoney-balloney highball ideals. Not for money. not for love ... We will play for FUN! Remember - no bunting! If Boris' first taste of mexican food (last night) is any indication, then this new step, today's leap of faith, will be HOT!
Posted by calico at August 25, 2003 03:24 PM