My neighborhood smells.
I don't know what's wrong with it, but it smells like poo everywhere I turn. Walking toward the museum today, I kept sniffing self consciously, afraid that I was the true culprit. "Surely three city blocks cannot smell awful like this, it must be something on me." But no, after a couple more blocks, the smell was gone. Vita-L could attest to this. And tonight, walking toward my flat, approaching the same blocks, it started smelling again. I don't know what it is, but stay away from S. Clerk street tonight, folks.
While on the subject of baseball, a couple of nights ago, at small group, it was Alan's turn to read aloud from our Bible study book (not the Bible, but a book about the Bible). He started reading a passage about how many hits it took to ruin a perfect game and stumbled through terms like strikes, balls, and RBIs, to the delight and amusement of the rest of the group. Everyone just giggled as they read because those words seriously meant absolutely nothing to them. "Perhaps you should have read this," Andy said to me, and everyone just giggled again. There you have it, "World Baseball Classic" is starting soon and for very good reasons, the UK will not be participating.
Yes, this "Classic" is a ridiculous event that they're trying to build up but it's baseball and involves Taiwan, the ultimate, and I mean ultimate, underdog team, so I care a little. Yet I have also rationalized through the fakeness of the event and accepted, with resignation, Taiwan's unlikely chances so that when the time comes for the team's early elimination, I shall not be too dejected. After all, it's not like anyone grows up dreaming of 'World Baseball Classic' championships.
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