Yankeetorial: Last night, in the cosmic image of Raul Ibanez, did we
fans everywhere just uncover the secret to life?
<http://johnsterling.blogspot.com/2012/10/yankeetorial-last-night-in-cosmic-image.html>
[ Oct 11 -- A Yankee win ]
Finally, I'd made spiritual peace with the loss, with the end of the
season, with the incredible waste of time and energy that baseball
represents, with my mortality, with my inconsequential status in the
universe, and with the fact that I would never again taste a Yankee
championship - yes, folks, I was broken down to the point of Yankee
fan primordial ooze - ready to sign on with Jesus, Yahweh, Joe Smith,
or L. Ron Hubbard - when I saw what nobody ever thought we would see
in this lifetime: A pinch hitter for A-Rod.
...
Folks, this was Fleischman and Ponds' cold fusion. This was alchemy.
This was finding the Higgs boson, the God particle, wrapped in
pinstripes. Our long march to Cougar Town is almost over. We may get
through the hardest part of the playoffs - the TBS torture rack -
alive. Can you imagine no more Conan ads, bits so bad that you wonder
why you ever thought he might be funny?
But there is a moral here. Break out of the mold. Wear your underwear
outside. Pick the flowers, howl at the moon, punt on second down,
kiss your 80-year-old librarian on the lips. Folks, the secret to
life was just handed to us. Run with scissors. Stop making sense. Be
crazy. It's not the jail that confines us. It's only the way we respond to it.
...
(lenr.qumbu.com -- analyzing the Rossi/Focardi eCat -- and the
defkalion hyperion -- Hi, google!)
