Sitting with a Silver Bullet I'm drinking at my bed, flipping through the television trying to find the Twins vs. Mariners game. It's ironic that the opening few games of this MLB season begin with the city I live in batting against the city I'm from. Of course, the Minnesota Twins are my team, and that says a lot seeing that I couldn't care less about "March Madness," "The Final Four," or some hockey team skating around an ice rink trying to keep their teeth.
Here in Waltham, MA, my presence is less than welcoming, and the first sports bar I entered wouldn't even serve me because I have an "out of state license." I don't understand what that has to do with drinking a beer and watching baseball, but let's all just shun The Common Cafe for being a bunch of Massachusetts elitist assholes. Of the three bars I dropped by, none can accommodate my humble need for some good baseball that doesn't play on Eastern Standard Time.
Anyhow, I'm stuck in the East Coast with bad accents and no sense of home, which is much needed in these last days of running around as a Nickel-Plated Wayfarer. Yes, I'm homesick, and nothing will alleviate this perpetual problem but a good old game of American baseball, especially when it's opening week with my favorite sports team at bat. The real knee-to-the-groin is that I am no sports fan but baseball is somehow a solace and I am without a nut cup.
Tomorrow I fly the six hours home to Seattle, where I'll spend a good week before heading to Minneapolis, where plans are already in the works to spend the weekend with my dad and his childhood friend Clancy at the cabin, along with Murphy the Dog. I'm looking forward to shedding this nostalgia and getting into the thick of home, with its pawing puppies, Twins fans, and acceptors of out of state licenses.
Joel Osteen on Larry King Live talking about J.C. I am really far from home.
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where's all the new updates loady?
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