This is the game the Blue Jay Sluggers have all been waiting for, a game against their mothers. Smart money is on the moms -- if there's indeed such a thing as smart money (remember Big Brown?).
Home!" shouts another.
As befitting young boys, they are not just quick with questions; they are quick to suggest the answer they want. So when one of the Blue Jay Sluggers poses a question -- What's our per diem? Why do birds poo so much? -- another Slugger will shout out the answer he'd like to hear. It's much the same dynamic you see in the California State Assembly.
"OK, men, we'll hit first," I say.
"We're visitors!" one of the players shouts.
And the Blue Jay Sluggers immediately start to run in little circles going nowhere. That's how they celebrate the beginning of almost every activity, by running in these tiny circles. I think it's how they get their brains started.
"OK, men, Brendan's up first!" I yell.
"Yes!" shouts someone, probably Brendan.
In the field are their mothers, and you can almost read their minds: "We gave birth to this? Is this any way to spend a Sunday afternoon? Are there any baked beans left?"
"Thwaaaaaaaack!" answers Tommy, and the ball skitters into right field.
Go, little Sluggers, go. Honestly, your season isn't over. It's really only beginning.
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