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November 2009 
The Carribean League
Posted on Jul 31st, 2008
by 
Ron
Ron
In this dream I had J.L. Borges was pitching and I was up. My bat was made up of a series of convex mirrors. I knew Borges had a wicked fork ball and I was ready for it. But when he released it it just kept coming. I wailed away at it striking out over and over on the same pitch. As the innings went by I began to realize the catcher had stepped out and was trying to intentionally walk me because runners were on second and third with first base open. After the game I sat in the dugout looking at my reflection in my bat. Instead of a ball cap I had on a little cone shaped party hat. On the bench next to me was one of those little kazoo-like things you blew in and they uncurled like a snake. I heard a voice say, "shake it off, tomorrow's another game."
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Oh, that was you? Musta had the same dream. I was the unruly guy up in the bleachers behind home plate (just under that organ player from hell)! I do have a tip for you though, next time you go up against a blind pitcher try closing your eyes.
Did someone say organ grinder? That's my cue…
Dude, wasn't Borges blind?
dum dum dum dum dum dum dum dum dumdumdum dum dum dum dum… So that was you OK with the unbuttoned beer-stained Alephs' team shirt. Savitri, I'm not sure but I think Borges' blindness came on in his late 40's. Actually I was a terrible hitter in little league because I did close my eyes at the last instance when swinging at a pitch. In my dream what made Borges' forking ball pitch so nasty was that it never got to home plate. It just kept breaking off. : )