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Put that old pink hat on the shelf...

Doug:
Well, Arturo, say adios to the home sellout streak. The end is upon us.

 

Arturo, the hot dog vendor:
That's a good thing, if you ask me... it was unnatural.

 

Doug:
Yeah, the MLB definition of "sellout" was always a bit ersatz.

 

Arturo, the hot dog vendor:
Well, that but I'm talking more about the essential ebb and flow of life and, of course, baseball as a reflection of that ebb and flow...

 

Arturo, the hot dog vendor:
Hittahs go hot, and they go cold...

 

Arturo, the hot dog vendor:
Exciting innings are followed by long stretches where very little occurs...

 

Arturo, the hot dog vendor:
Or to use Giamatti's language, the mysterious flow of power between spectatah and perfomah, between the extraordinary and the mundane...

 

Doug:
A time to reap and a time to sow...

 

Arturo, the hot dog vendor:
Exactly.

 

Doug:
A time of standing room only and a time of a few thousand souls in attendance on a cold night in April...

 

Arturo, the hot dog vendor:
"Free leave so large to all things... and choice unlimited of manifold delights."[1]

 

Comments

Just when I thought you were going all Mistah Kurtz, bangs, and whimpers, you veer off wildly. Milton? That's some cheese you're throwin', Arturo.

Oh, man, Milton, my FAVORITE. I once made a tweed-jacketed shaggy white haired old antique bookseller on Portbello Road in London fall in love with me by asking if he had any old editions of Milton's political tracts. I don't think he could handle an attractive buxom blonde asking for something so relatively obsure. :)

All the stupid, irregular off days in the early part of the season make me cranky. I was hoping for live Sox last night but alas...had to make due with The Social Network for the second time. Forgotten how much I loathe Aaron Sorkin's misogynist ass.

Knowing Arturo, that's Montgomery Farmhouse Cheddar he's throwing.


To mark the end of the sellout streak, I'd also like to quote Milton: "A man is hit by a car while crossing a Beverly Hills street. A woman rushes to him and cradles his head in her lap, asking, Are you comfortable? The man answers, I make a nice living."

That's our Arturo,"Driving dumb silence from the portal door" ;O

Quoting Paradise Lost so early in the season? Have you no fear? The Gods of Chaos may be listening.

Got to admit I am more of an Uncle Milty fan myself.

Huunter S. would have approved. Reading classics were only behind "sexan'shootingsmallgamewithagrenadelauncher."

Well,"All is best,though we often doubt"

And malt does more than Milton can
To justify God’s ways to man.
Ale, man, ale’s the stuff to drink
For fellows whom it hurts to think:

http://www.bartleby.com/123/62.html

Yay for ale.

Baseball underway and Sox in first.

Milton, thou shouldst be living at this hour.

I for one am glad its done.


Bragging about sellout streaks which really only drive up ticket and hot dog prices and make it hahd for a guy to take his kid to a game is kinds of like being 14 and griping about how that girl is a slut. Uh, you're not thinking clearly there fella.


And what's really great is if you type hahd, the Google dictionary changes it to hand. Hmmmm.

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