There was one beautiful moment during the All Star game last night that I wanted to make sure my wife shared with me.
Pudge Rodriguez was catching.
Kenny Rogers was pitching.
Albert Pujols was batting.
I said to my wife, 'Just pretend with me for a moment. Just pretend that it's late October.'
And we sat in silence. Pujols flied out and just like that the moment passed.
It could happen, friends. This year it could happen.
3 comments:
Huh? Tigers? Cardinals? You're living in a 1968 time warp. Isringhausen ain't no Bob Gibson, although Pudge may have a little on Bill Freehan. But who is your Kaline???
Peace -- and keep dreamin', just like I keep dreamin' for the boys up north.
Oh, I dream for them too, but Tigers-Cards is much more plausible right now. I'd be just as excited by Indians-Cards...I actually was a few weeks ago during interleague.
I trained as a classical vocalist in college but stopped because of family and career. When I heard Jackie's voice, for the first time in my life I heard perfection. Let's be clear, my voice will never reach the natural perfection she possesses, but listening to her helps me understand the direction I need to be going. Her tones are crystal clear, yet she has vibrato. Her pitch is exact. By trying to emulate her sound, I have actually improved my own voice. In fact I auditioned and was recently accepted into the most prestigious chorus in the city. I credit this achievement in a great part to Jackie because she showed me to way to excellence.
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