The Living Rockumentary

Funny you mention that one, Brian. When the wife and I came home from our softball game, I found that our babysitter Thea had selected Flaming Lips' Soft Bulletin as music for her and Hannah to play by.

Don't go to La Veracruzana! We (I play on Shelly's company's team- Channing Bete, Inc.) played Veracruzana's team tonight and they are a bunch of jag-offs. Well, not all of them, (one girl in particular was really sweet in defense of her teammates) but the majority of the team. They start the game by hitting a fly ball to right field where our weakest defensive player is, our gal misses it, and then the next five batters hit it to the same spot. Over and over again. Home run after home run. When do you stop and say, "Gee this isn't really challenging anymore?" Fine, whatever. It's not against the rules, it's part of the game. Then the next inning, we rearrange our outfielders so they won't be able to take such an easy advantage anymore and they raise a stink- hey they're changing their players around! Wah, wah. Later on inthe game, they're arguing calls with the umpire, whining about every little thing. You know, I'm a competitive softball player but I enjoy most competing against myself. I'd rather take a chance on not getting an automatic home run and try to place my hit somewhere in a hole, not just whack it out to the girl who can't catch and run all the way home. So now I'm being a little like Elaine on Seinfeld where she stops going to the pizza parlor she likes because she finds out they're fervent pro-lifers when she's pro-choice herself. But hey, I ain't been to Veracruzana in years anyway (I'm a Cha-Cha-Cha guy); nonetheless, that team of bullies just soured me on their restaurant for good. I love, love, love baseball, it's just sports and athletes and competition that I don't appreciate, I guess.