I believe in the church of baseball. I've tried all the major religions and most of the minor ones.I've worshipped Buddha, Allah, Brahma, Vishnu, Siva, trees, mushrooms and Isadora Duncan. I know things. For instance, there are 108 beads in a Catholic's rosary and there are 108 stitches in a baseball. When I learned that, I gave Jesus a chance. But it just didn't work out between us. The Lord laid too much guilt on me. I prefer metaphysics to theology. You see, there's no guilt in baseball. And it's never boring, which makes it like sex...It's a long season and you gotta trust it. I've tried them all, I really have, and the only church that truly feeds the soul, day in, day out, is the church of baseball - Annie Savoy Bull Durham
michelle | full-time mom | grad student | obsessed mets fan | musician | sometimes writer | pagan | creative | snarky | queen of swords | martini connoisseur | pro-choice | liberal
You know it isn't a good sign when C slinks up the stairs for a pair of shoes and Sparky meanders to the broom closet to just "sweep up some little something."
Uh huh. Broken glass. And you know it was mine. They never break their own crap.