Saturday, April 2, 2011

8th Plate Appearance

The residents of Cleavy-land have fled the stands. Nobody gives a shit.

Ozymandias has consoled the troubled Achilles. "Jus' heet dee ball, man." Says he, in a charming Spaniolo trill. Adam nods, steps into the batter's box, and lays Thunderhammerbat against his shoulder.

A slider. A changeup. A ball crushed to right field and caught by ... Choo? Choo? Choo? Where am I? WHERE AM I GODDAMMIT! Adam calls to heaven. He weeps.

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