Our Gaming God, Live from Heaven Stadium, (ample parking available)
ounce, the fatman falls
the goddamned window,
All, like, glassy
shards in adipose "tissue" flying
every which way (as one would expect).
Emergency services have been summoned.
The poor slob is dis'conscious, (but no dead........)
The pavement is hard, but he didn't fall
as far as far as"could have" fallen,
if, indeed, he'd begun (the fall) from a loftier
level of space, or altitude, or soul, or attitude, or circum-
stances outside of [y]Our limited realm of eXperience, herein.
There's no bloody accounting for what I think, or what you think, what we think,what they think,
so how's'bout we put our digital opinion'meters away, and allow for heaven to come to earth
in time for the neXt baseball season to begin, for maybe some'one will drive the distance to
get us there on time, and find our seats, and settle in for nine innings of The Greatest Game
man-kind has ever contrived or created...........in God's image, of course.
Play Ball, Y'all
Foto of: Don Lennon,(New York Giants) 1955 Topps Baseball card
Written by dkzksaxxas_DanielX
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