They are saying that tomorrow will not get above 72°.
This will make me, and everyone else I know, very happy.
Despite Crochet turning in an outstanding seven scoreless innings, the damned Red Sox lost the damned baseball game to the damned Angels 3-2 last damned night.
Dammit.
They are once again below .500 and are now 2½ games out of the wild card.
And last night's game was their 81st game which is the midpoint of the season for them. Being below .500 means they have had a losing first half of the season.
Fitts is back and he's got the start today. Hopefully he has a good outing, the batters can get some runs and the bullpen doesn't implode on them.
I'm posting this before the game starts so I have nothing else I can say about it.
My father had a friend who he had known since his childhood. I called his friend Mr. Clark. My dad called his friend Click.
Whenever we would go visit Click Clark, it was always the same process. We pulled up out front of his house and my dad would always say the same thing, "No running around like a maniac."
He said this to me for the same reason he called his friend Click. Anytime he got out of his wheelchair to stand up, the braces clicked into place.
You see Mr. Clark was the only person I'd ever met that had polio. He had partial paralysis in his legs and one arm. He could walk when the need arose but his main mode of transportation was a wheelchair that he managed to muscle along with his one good arm.
In 1955, Jonas Salk gave the world a vaccination that effectively eradicated polio in the modern world and my parents generation was the last generation that lived in fear of it. No one in my generation, and the generations after me, had to live in fear of catching polio because when we were kids, we were given a drink of something that tasted like watered-down, extra-weak, unidentifiable fruit juice.
Why do I have a feeling that is about to change...
Here are some links:
- I love reading The Onion. They have some of the funniest stuff on the internet.
- Coventry Chris and The Giant Gritty Sausage would be a great name for an inappropriate 1970s childrens book.
- Everything Trump does is the biggest and everything Musk does is successful.
- They take the threat of inflatable crocodiles very seriously over there.
- Only in Florida.
- No word on his sister, Merrie Melodies.
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