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      ------------------------------------ There was a large painting of Evel Knievel shaking hands with Richard Nixon. It hung in the Mayors office. Late one evening after everyone went home. I took it down to the lab. I zoomed in on Evel’s left eye a 100x and enhanced it. It was an address. I went to the address. It was a modest, 1970’s style, split level ranch home in the suburbs.

      ----------------------------------- Inside I found a dead parrot lying on a waterbed. I revived the parrot with some saltines and adrenaline. We became good friends. The parrots name was Randy. One night a few years later while Randy and me played Gin Rummy, he sang me a song about a fire. The title of this blog was never mentioned but I sensed it, and Randy confirmed it by giving me ‘THE LOOK’.

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          • October 17, 2012 2:31 am
            So I’m in Japan scouting an 18 yr old pitcher that throws 100. The boy’s got a great heater with a lot of late movement (so did Chopin) but I’m terrified of his delivery. The kids a big strider and torquing quite a load on his UCL, classic inverted W delivery. If you don’t know what I’m talking about, just imagine a giant phoenix fucking the sun, its awesome until everything blows up, just like my second marriage, just like Wrestlermania 3 on ecstasy, just like how God used to smile down in favor upon me.Anywho, this kid’s a ticking fucking bomb, but what pro athlete aint. The trick is to see if he has the moral fortitude to keep his shit together when all holy hell comes crashing down on his widdle psyche - That’s where I come in. - Boog Powell, Life is all a game, except for baseball

            So I’m in Japan scouting an 18 yr old pitcher that throws 100. The boy’s got a great heater with a lot of late movement (so did Chopin) but I’m terrified of his delivery. The kids a big strider and torquing quite a load on his UCL, classic inverted W delivery. If you don’t know what I’m talking about, just imagine a giant phoenix fucking the sun, its awesome until everything blows up, just like my second marriage, just like Wrestlermania 3 on ecstasy, just like how God used to smile down in favor upon me.
            Anywho, this kid’s a ticking fucking bomb, but what pro athlete aint. The trick is to see if he has the moral fortitude to keep his shit together when all holy hell comes crashing down on his widdle psyche - That’s where I come in.

            - Boog Powell, Life is all a game, except for baseball

            1. reblogged this from hookersorcake and added:
            2. said: Tried to imagine a giant Phoenix fucking the sun but my face melted.
            3. said: fucking awesome. baseball is an incredibly pregnant source of literary inspiration
            4. said: marry me? please?
            5. said: Hey member when Herman Munster was contracted to play baseball that was before steroids.
            6. said: maybe…because you are {so} good at it
            7. hughman said: dead. perfection. I SAID GOOD DAY SIR!!
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