When you look at playing a 162 game season, among professional players (really good players), it’s almost surprising to me that we don’t have more ties.
There are people who think this way. Who didn’t realize “The Hobbit” (and LOTR) were loosely based on existing books. But now, I’m surprised they didn’t come out with watered-down, simplified novels for the movies. Publishing thinks less and less of it’s readers and is mandating that authors not use compound sentences, keep the paragraphs short, and write everything at an 8th grade level. Are they correct in thinking so low of their audience, or are they trying to make their readers dim?
I have a coworker who really likes her bamboo pillow. I have not tried one, yet, because the mental picture I have of one does not seem comfortable. I am, therefore, the definition of ignorance on the matter, except in that pandas really do eat bamboo.
Of course, psychiatry and mental therapy and like disciplines are not there to heal, but to bring healing. What’s the difference? One involves success and the other involves pay.
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.
