You're Out!!!

An open letter to baseball. Just stop being so boring. Play a 30 game season. Mandatory bean balls and bench clearing brawls. Electric fences will keep those pesky fans and players at bay. Timed game, 2 hours, no matter where you are, done. Pitcher gets 15 seconds to reset and throw. Once a game, a base explodes (IED style). You don't have to tag out, you're also allowed to bean a player out, kickball rules. Stupid fans are allowed on the field but are subject to police dogs being launched on their ass. 4 drink minimum for 21 and older (With proper ID of course). Cheerleaders, lots and lots of braless cheerleaders.

City City Bang Bang.

This week I'm covering Lewis Mumford and "The City in History." This is all I need to say about that: If she is well-to-do, she is surrounded with electric or electric devices that take the place of flesh and blood companions: her real companions, her friends, her mentors, her lovers, her fillers-up of unlived life, are shadows on the television screen, or even less emobodied voices...

Turn it off. You.

Wash it out.

Margo has taken to spitting at school. Not sure where, not sure how, not sure why. Yet, I'm sure she did not like the soap I made her put in her mouth today. Super clean mouth certainly means super clean morals right?

Kindness as greatness.

I've been taught a great deal in my life. However, it's kindness that goes the deepest. Kindness never asks for recognition, it simply sips warm cocoa by the fire rubbing toasty toes together. Kindness is greatness. My Mother-in-Law is greatness. Bless you sweet lady.

Not okay with this. Never will be.

Come in through my window

The name is incorrect. There is a 100% rate of injury. It has caused me to miss watershed moments of friends and family. Each fall, I crack my window open

and let football sneak into my bedroom--we get naughty for the next 5 months. Come February, I take a well needed shower and ask football to rest and recover and don't forget where I live. My window is cracked open...