The Dictionary of Obscure Sorrows

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@watchingitasitcomes

カラスちゃんと三目対決　　ヽ(^。^)ノ ｳｴｰｲ A Raven is crowned in Tic-Tac-Toe

（r/nextfuckinglevel　u/Finkenn）

Oh, you actually like when I’m a little bit mean to you? Aren’t you just pathetic! It’s adorable, really, how desperate you are for me to bully you. Come on, say it. Tell me how much you want— need— me to bully you. How much it affects you. You need it to get off, don’t you? How absolutely pathetic. Need a big, scary butch to remind you how weak you are? Awww, then beg.

I know it.

There.

This is such a fantastically shot photo. The subject is prettier still. Who is it?

you know who i’m thinking of

Or I guess you don’t or you would have given this a like. Grrrr.

X. More Fun in the New World

(incl. ‘I Must Not Think Bad Thoughts’)

Okay POMs, stick with me here: Before the summer is out I’ve found a fine fellow who is crazy about the American game of baseball (which is very rarely played here). He has two catching gloves (we don’t use them in cricket, thank you very much!). He wanted to take me out to the University parks for a game of catch. As he explained it, you can’t really ‘win’ at catch (so you can’t lose either). It’s just supposed to be fun. I’m keen on cricket, and so I was curious about this, but with my legs completely bunged up there was no going out to “toss the pill around”. Instead, we’ve offered to teach each other some baseball and cricket lore. (I love lore.) I told you there would be some baseball on my blog coming up! You’ll just have to bear with me.

This player is Roy Hobbs, who has immediately become my favourite player. His is a fascinating story. It seems that he was an outstanding prospect when he was young, and all the best teams wanted him. Then, when he was travelling for a tryout, there was this teenage girl who had this crazed infatuation with him, and since he was leaving (and thus leaving her, she believed) she SHOT HIM.

He didn’t die, but it destroyed the longevity of his career. He came back as an old rookie, and no one was very interested in him anymore. But the last place team, the New York Knights, gave him a chance, and he led them to the championship!

Fun fact: The lighting bolt on his sleeve was adopted by the team in the middle of the season, as the team caught fire and they began to win and win. It was said that Zeus, who understood what crazy, jilted women might do, threw a lightening bolt down from Mt. Olympus to ignite the team.

I’m trying to get my companion to consider Jardine as his favourite cricketer of all time, and I might get that in. This guy, Roy Hobbs, is, I declare, my favourite baseball player. (That said I could have named only about thee before, and I think one of the three is known to me because he was a big steroid cheater, and I won’t have any of that on my imaginary team).

(More baseball and Seven Sisters to come this week. It’s fun to do a little segment about stuff I don’t know much about. That said I know a lot jazzand there is this famous historian in America who has said that when the naton of the USA finally falls, it will be recognized for two eternal contributions to the world: baseball and jazz. So I thought,in this troubled time when it is easy to see no good in the United States, to educate myself on something considered an astonishing American contribution to the world.)

Coming back around to this.

The New York Knight’s uni.I have to say, the strips and the caps of the American baseball teams are a thousand percent better than the billboards on our football strips. And don’t even get me started on cricket in anything other than whites or the notion of 20/20.