Friday, October 26, 2012

The Dejected First Base Coach.

The Dejected First Base Coach.
a short story written to use my different written expressions chronologically from maybe around fourth grade through the present.
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The first base coach saw the ball hit high into the sky.  The farther away the ball got, the smaller the ball appeared.  The lights above the stadium blinded the first base coach, who was coaching in his first World Series ever.

As the ball descended, the coach began to get nervous.  “It is coming down on the infield,” He thought.  Then he noticed it was coming down toward him and toward first base. 

The first base coach suddenly moved without thought. It was as if his body was a mechanical robot. Within mere moments, he found himself punching the first baseman on the field. He didn’t know what came over him, but he now knew that guilt was coming over him.

The crowd may have increased in volume, but the first base coach wouldn’t have heard them.  His ears were ringing and his sight was getting hazy.  His eyes tried to focus on anything when they finally landed on blurry white object.

As his senses began to amalgamate into focus, the first base coach was amazed to see that he was staring at the baseball on the infield.  His mind then synergized focus with his other senses and he slowly realized the implications of what he had just done.

Though those implications had already begun to encircle him, the first base coach had difficulty in understanding what he had just done; and why he had just done it. “Had I punched the first baseman before he caught the final out to try to keep the game alive?” he conjectured.

A conjecture is a proposition that is unproven. Karl Popper pioneered the use of the term "conjecture" in scientific philosophy.[1] Conjecture is contrasted by hypothesis (hence theory, axiom, principle), which is a testable statement based on accepted grounds.

so teh conclusion to this story is gonna be tht he punched the 1st baseman cuz he didnt want the world series to be over and he couldnt see the final out caught. (EVEN THOUGH THE BATTER WUS already OUT CUZ F THE INFIELD FLY RULE..WTF)

While security dragged him away, the crowd threw their trash in his direction.  Hapless and weak, the first base coach would have fit right into a frame in an animated strip.  ‘The dejected man lies on the field along with other trash’ narration would read.

If they knew.  If anybody knew.                   the troubles

            he had seen.                                    the failures

            he had seen.                                    the loss

            he had seen.                       
            
If they knew. If anybody knew.                                                    
                                                                  they would know defeat.


Life is ball. But not one you dance at.  You can’t see any more loss when you have already seen it all.

The first base coach saw the ball hit high into the sky.  The farther away the ball got, the smaller the ball appeared.  The lights above the stadium blinded the first base coach, who was coaching in his last World Series ever.

Tuesday, July 10, 2012

[Chronicles] If I had $1,000,000.00 dollars

Here is an old entry written in High School (2002) [From the Chronicles] after I got in trouble for buying candy bars at box stores and reselling them to my classmates for profit:

The Barenaked Ladies song "If I Had a Million Dollars" preaches poor financial planning. One Million certainly isn't a lot any more and purchasing all those needless items is not very provident.  I keep trying to make $1,000,000.00 but it's difficult given my lack of support. I was trying to sell M&M candy packets for profit in High School to raise money for, well, myself.  But I got a suspension. Apparently my High School doesn't award entrepreneurial interests and, in fact, disincentivizes them. I wonder where my class will be at our 10th year reunion? I hope somewhere nice like a ballroom or a pond. I would hate to have an accidental reunion at the soup kitchen we all find ourselves at after years of negative Pavlovian repercussions from trying to make money.

Tuesday, February 21, 2012

HUNGRY AS A WOLFF COOKBOOK: SPAGHETTI

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