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Child's play

So, the dog and I are out for a stroll this fine morning -- God's thermostat no longer set, thankfully, on "Dryer Vent" -- and we happened upon a true piece of Americana, not to say Fort-i-cana: A Wildcat baseball game.

The baseball lollipopped in from the mound. A kid in a batting helmet two sizes too big watched it sail over his head like John Glenn orbiting the Earth in Friendship 7. It hit the screen about halfway up, and the ump, just for funsies, shouted out "Steee-rike one!"

Everybody chuckled. And nothing remotely like this happened.

How's the old jingle go again? "Baseball, hotdogs, apple pie and stupid rednecks"?

Yeaaah.

Ben Smith's blog.

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