nyc sky

baseball

I don't know what it is...every time I see a ball in the street I think of my childhood..how cool it was to find a ball...maybe it was behind a tire or caught in the sewer...some poor kid sad cause he lost his favorite handball punch ball or the last baseball...how many times did we play and only have one ball...it would be a grt game on a hot steamy day in august playing stick ball in the school yard of Junior High School 125 in woodside, NYC...then it would happen as suddenly as it started this experience of life someone hits our only ball across the street onto the roof of missing balls...theres probably 100 balls up there all hit in glorious fashion as a homer most of the time quietly ending the day...I see a ball at 44 i immediately go to pick it up I tell my 14yr old " look a baseball" he says "ok?" I go to pick it up like Pavlov's dog...I take the ball obviously half eaten by a dog and give it a throw across the empty field..I have a strong throwing arm..a gun if you would...I was able to throw guys out from the outfield..there's nothing like it..I throw this beaten up doggy toy with everything I got.high and strong flying in the air.. .I clear two fields and it goes way into the bushes...I feel satisfied it went that far..unfortunately I think I threw my back out a bit and my tennis elbow is killing me...ah life

100 geese goose

why is roger clemens in court for lying to congress? by definition congress lies all the time...end war feed homeless then attack baseball