I am impressed by all the stats that sports mark these days, but kind of feel sorry for the guys who have to notice them. “Another slider. And another slider.” “No, that was a curve!” “Wait, what did he throw while we were arguing about the slider?” “Maybe a fastball?”
By the end of “War and Peace”, I had pretty much given up on keeping the names straight. Enjoyed the book, though. Will I ever read it again? I doubt it.
In the majors, they often put their best outfielder in right field, but in adult softball, it’s still where you stick the guy who’s more liability than asset. I know, because I have played a LOT of right field.
When I hit middle age, my tolerance for caffeine was greatly diminished, so now I only have one caffeinated drink a week. Caffeine Free Dr Pepper helps to lessen the pain of withdrawal.
I actually saw a place selling 8 or 16 ft, Kevlar USB cords. Maybe because everyone else has a stupid cat like mine that likes to chew through computer cords. (He’s somehow smart enough to never chew on power cords.)
