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"There is something wrong, here!" It's not just form;  it's also the uniform. Jeff Rein, former manager It never rained during the reign of Jeff Rein although once the sprinklers came on. Home!  Home!  (It'll be a few minutes.) At the crack of the bat! Wind, Solar, and Pollen Power What's he doing over here? Baryshnikov on first! Cut Block Oops!

Baseball Starts Early But Keeps Going And Going! Did You See Where That One Went! That's My Boy! Playing Ball Isn't All Playing Is It Over, Yet? Yeah, It's Over!

M 106: A House Like Ours For conservatives who do not believe in evolution, and there are an appalling number of them--perhaps a majority of them--science is not about science.  It is about life having a meaning. Never mind that science is just the best way we have to know things, to know what the sky is, to know what makes dirt, to begin to understand what came before us, and what will probably happen if we mess things up; conservatives want to know that all of this means something.  And for huge numbers of conservatives, meaning is found religiously. Perhaps that is what religion does best.  It provides a network of meanings .  The meanings are provided.  They have been hammered out over the last few decades, or centuries; perhaps as long as two or three thousand years.  Abraham probably lived about 4000 years ago; Moses about 3500, Jesus 2000, Mohammed 1400 years ago (roughly dated).  The universe, we know, is billions of years old.  Life on earth is about four billion yea

Miguel, the Rookie Floyd had another good day! Another dent in the fence! House Sparrow in the Nosebleed Seats

This is Tuesday, and the end of the world is coming very soon, according to Michele Bachmann.  I want to join the honest chorus of those who do not  find that to be Good News!  We had thought to take a little trip this summer, but  not that one! And who am I kidding, anyway?  Michele is sure and certain that she is going to be with Jesus.  I believe that she will be where Jesus is, but she thinks that she is going to spend forever singing, "How Great Thou Art", and I have good reason to believe I will not have to do that. If there is  any comfort in believing what Our Belle, Michele says, it is that she has pinpointed the dastardly events and mortal sins that are bringing the end upon us.   Obama!  Obama and his negotiations with Iran, and his support for marriage equality! Obama has backed Michele and the Almighty into a corner, where the only good and decent thing the Almighty can do is to destroy all the rest of us; those of us who had hoped to take a little vac

Spectator Hawk Hawk saw one get away Hawk saw lunch Hawk saw single Hawk saw close call Hawk saw long ball go very short Hawk saw the connection Hawk saw dancing lessons Hawk saw Bob tee it up Hawk saw an unanswered prayer

I have tried to accustom myself to medical waiting rooms.  It isn't easy.  And maybe not possible. It is bad when all the magazines are intended to make good use of the time people have to spend there by educating them about kidney disease, or by convincing them to eat only the food labels that are printed on recyclable paper. It is worst when the waiting room has a television set.  It is inevitably tuned to "daytime" TV.  Oh god! Today there was no TV, and all the magazines were published before Gutenberg invented moveable type.  I focused my good eye on something in Guam, and listened to the conversation of two old guys who might have come for hearing tests.  One was a World War II veteran, and the other had apparently been born just a few months too late to have been shot at. The Shipwrecked Sailor said, "I was in that lifeboat for seventy-two hours!" "Holy cow!", his logical friend said.  "You didn't drown?" It reminded

Off to the Reid Park Zoo! "S'OK, Granmama, I got the wheel!" "That kid, again." We thought the baby elephant would be the main attraction. Or that we might be. We were wrong. Mutual Disinterest. The otters were fascinating! The Lion Queen wondered. The King of the Jungle didn't. The peacock attacked. The real attraction was the train! This has more to do with feet than seats. "I love zoos!"

Let us be plain from the start: this is not about Hillary Clinton; this is about how to hurt yourself. Cheryl Rios really knows how to hurt herself. She has a religion that helps her hurt herself. Cheryl's god is not female. He's an old male in heaven. Ms. Rios is the CEO of a Dallas marketing firm, and she said, "she'd move 'to Canada' if Hillary Clinton became head of state".  "With the hormones we have, there is no way [a woman] should be able to start a war", she is reported to have written in Facebook.  Being the President should be left to a man, "a good, strong, honorable man".  There is, she said, an old biblical sound reasoning why a woman shouldn't be President. You may have some trouble finding what she had in mind when she said that:  it would probably just be best to turn to the place in the Bible where presidential qualifications are discussed, and thumb through it. It is probably just good luck that Mo

Well, since he had to play outfield for both the Home and the Away teams, and since his knee is still recuperating. . . . Even the hawk did not believe that! How did that ball get there?