I think to make everyone happy we'll need a new thread that allows discussion of both baseball and cats.
We killed a homeless man on this bench. Me and Dru. Those were good times. You know, he begged for mercy, and you know, that only made her bite harder.
Spike ,'Sleeper'
Spike's Bitches 35: We Got a History
[NAFDA] Spike-centric discussion. Lusty, lewd (only occasionally crude), risque (and frisque), bawdy (Oh, lawdy!), flirty ('cuz we're purty), raunchy talk inside. Caveat lector.
tommyrot - Mar 15, 2007 8:35:03 am PDT #962 of 10003
Sir, it's not an offence to let your cat eat your bacon. Okay? And we don't arrest cats, I'm very sorry.
Jen - Mar 15, 2007 8:35:42 am PDT #963 of 10003
love's a dream you enter though I shake and shake and shake you
About an hour after I fell asleep, I had a dream that I was attacked by a raccoon. Then I was awoken every couple of hours by my cat punching me in the face.
I think I am safe from Hec-resentment.
Edited to add that I'm apparently receiving subliminal messages to talk about my cat.
Connie Neil - Mar 15, 2007 8:36:02 am PDT #964 of 10003
brillig
allows discussion of both baseball and cats.
You know that will just degenerate into playing baseball with cats.
Fred Pete - Mar 15, 2007 8:37:06 am PDT #965 of 10003
Ann, that's a ferret.
we'll need a new thread that allows discussion of both baseball and cats.
That covers the Detroit Tigers.
-t - Mar 15, 2007 9:17:05 am PDT #966 of 10003
I am a woman of various inclinations and only some of the time are they to burn everything down in frustration
You know that will just degenerate into playing baseball with cats.
That'll never work. The cats will just be hunting things in the outfield or asleep in the sun and miss their at bats.
DavidS - Mar 15, 2007 9:27:29 am PDT #967 of 10003
"Look, son, if it's good enough for Shirley Bassey, it's good enough for you."
The cats will just be hunting things in the outfield or asleep in the sun and miss their at bats.
Pretty much like my outfielders.
"Hey kid! Game's over here!" I can't tell you how often my outfielders are watching the game on the other field.
JZ - Mar 15, 2007 9:30:44 am PDT #968 of 10003
See? I gave everybody here an opportunity to tell me what a bad person I am and nobody did, because I fuckin' rule.
I would be all in favor of watching the humans play baseball in a catlike fashion -- it'd make lousy baseball but great entertainment.
Swisher's rounding second, coming up on third, and... he trips over Scutaro, who was tackled in a surprise move by the opposing third baseman, who's now vigorously washing Scutaro's ears!
It's a simple pop fly headed right at Milton Bradley, who's sitting on his haunches in the outfield looking dreamily at absolutely nothing. The ball plops down right by his left foot. After a minute or two of staring blankly at the ball in mild surprise, Bradley goes batshit, springs to his feet, and tries to run frantically in nine directions at once. Then he falls asleep.
The ball somehow manages to leave closer Houston Street's hand, sailing over the head of the batter curled up snoring peacefully on home plate, and whizzing past Jason Kendall, who's writhing in ecstasy as the ump scratches behind his ears. The ball flumps to the ground some yards away, and Kendall promptly bites a chunk out of the ump's hand.
SuziQ - Mar 15, 2007 9:38:29 am PDT #969 of 10003
Back tattoos of the mother is that you are absolutely right - Ame
I don't think I could ever adore JZ more than I do at this moment.
MWAH!!!!!
Beverly - Mar 15, 2007 9:43:15 am PDT #970 of 10003
Days shrink and grow cold, sunlight through leaves is my song. Winter is long.
Man, JZ, *that's* the kind of baseball game I could stand to watch!
I'm sorry, baseball people. I love you each and all to distraction. But baseball season most of your posts turn Othmaresque. To me, and me alone, you must understand. I power through them for the occasional info on cute things the kids said, wore, did, or whatever other information may be spliced between the wah-wah-wah. And I'd nevereverever deny any of you the joy and satisfaction you get from playing-coaching-watching baseball. But in the eternal words of sAnDi, "I don' geddit."
That's okay, I don't have to, as long as you do. You go, beisbol types!
Ginger - Mar 15, 2007 10:04:46 am PDT #971 of 10003
"It didn't taste good. It tasted soooo horrible. It tasted like....a vodka martini." - Matilda
Baseball is the One True Sport.
I'll probably be even scarcer around here. I'm about to leave for Nashville. I'm expecting to come back Monday, if everything is going okay with Mom.