It may be Thursday and there might not be baseball right now, but I find myself identifying with this sentiment right now. It is currently raining in my city, with the forecast showing rain and storms throughout the day, meaning that I’m going to have a hard time squeezing my run in.
I was the greenest rookie that ever was. One evening I was standing out on the sidewalk when a stranger approached and said, ‘You’re famous already kid. See, they’ve named a hotel for you.’ I looked across the street and sure enough, there was a big illuminated sign that read ‘Johnson Hotel.’ Well, do you know that I was so green that I actually believed the man!
It’s been a minute since I posted a good Peanuts strip. The pressure Charlie Brown feels on the mound in this one is classic.
This is pretty reflective of a lot of areas of life these days, actually.
Hating the New York Yankees is as American as apple pie, unwed mothers and cheating on your income tax.
You know how some baseball fields don’t actually have an outfield fence, but rather the outfield has a part that goes into a sudden downhill if you run out far enough? Let’s hope none of them have a drop quite this extreme.
This will obviously never happen, but it does open up a lot of possibilities. Will Smith on the mound? Judy Dench? Tom Brady?
It does also raise the question: How do you know when it’s truly the last pitch? Let’s say the score is tied in this bases-loaded scenario — the batter could hit a weak grounder, and then it’s on to extra innings.
So many possibilities.