Today something unusual happened that I never could have anticipated. I mean: who (other than Darrin- somehow)in my life would have guessed that it would be possible for me to enjoy something so ...not-of-my-world/bubble. My heart was racing. My attention was thoroughly engrossed. My muscles were taut. It was like how you get a good hockey game. But it wasn't hockey. It wasn't skateboarding. It was America's favorite pasttime! What a surprise! I came home early from work to make it to my kid's game. It was against Madison's Blue Jays-a notorious bunch (I'd even bet that the kids' parents actually watch baseball on tv with their young-uns). This team had creamed us every time last season. But (after winning the first two games) our team seems to have gained some confidence since last year. This third-in-a-row win even inspired the coach to treat the kids to some impromptu ice cream at 'the Spot'. I couldn't believe that baseball was moving me! Our team had fallen behind at the end of the game (8 to 11) when, instead of ending the game, the other team (out of pride and self-assuredness, no doubt) asked if we wanted to play one more inning. They probably planned to sink us even further. But, wait a second, something familiar just got kicked in the shorts! We beat THEM (12 to 11). WOOOHOOOOO! Like if you've followed SF59's albums: something familiar just got kicked in the shorts! Wham! 12 to 11...I AM the Portuguese Blues! So eat my dust!-kmf