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100 Words about Baseball

  • Why I Love Baseball
    There is no clock
    90 feet between bases is genius
    There are secret signs
    Hanging curveballs are sexy
    Numbers are magic: 755, 56, 7, 61, 1.12
    Tinker to Evers to Chance
    Ivy at Wrigley
    The Green Monster
    The suicide squeeze
    Cracker Jack
    Walt Whitman liked it
    Jackie Robinson and Pee-Wee Reese
    It just feels American
    The seventh-inning stretch
    Superstition
    Guys in tight pants
    Bull Durham
    Centerfield
    There’s no crying in baseball
    Cooperstown
    A great play at the plate
    Chatter
    Pepper
    High socks
    Tradition
    Spring training
    Keeping score
    The rubber game
    The infield fly rule
    162 chances

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JGnirrep

I'm shuddering right along with you... bats don't bother me, but finding a bat caracass in a box... *that* would bother me. *shudder*

I think I mentioned this when the bat incident occurred, but my mom used to get bats in her house on a fairly frequent basis. The first time it happened she called me, in NYC, 50 miles away, and left a message on my answering machine. "There's a bat in my hooouuuuuuseeeee! Help!" What she thought I could do, I have no idea, since I a) wasn't home, b) lived an hour's drive from her and c) had no car, so it would actually be more like 2 hours before I could get there.

If that wasn't bad enough, the next time a bat got in her house she called me again.... in South Carolina... *700* miles away. Oh, and did I mention my sister lives five miles from her?

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