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The twilight approached, and with it the brooding darkness, as my feet moved through sand and sea up the shoreline. And as happens in these times, I knew she was there, without any sensory data present. So I simply stopped, the salt water clutching my ankles.

"Dear mortal ... you have been avoiding me ..."

Light oozed from her being as creame from an eager female, so I can not say what she was wearing, nor the shape of her hair, but I did look up. I looked up, saying nothing, and philosophized to her sunset blue eyes.

"Yes, that is true, it is not like you can have me whenever you long for me ... but you do have the ability to call. And as we both know, I have answered, more than with most. We do know that, don't we, dear mortal?"

"Yes, Your Babeness."

"If you had forgotten, I would have been very disappointed. But your point is taken. Come, lay with me."

And as if there forever, or prepared before, by some other; there on the beach was an Elizabethan settee made of sand. She stood by it and pointed.

"Lay ... and be rested."

So I layed in the sandy settee ... with her on top of me, lazily combing my hair.

"Shall we blame it on Keats, then? You have been restrained of late - though I do love your new Jeep - but you have been turning away, even from my sway."

And she sashayed her cheeks in the air, and played with my cowlick.

"Yes, we shall blame it on Keats. But it is good you remember your Plato, and your instincts are right in that area."

"Thank you, Your Babeness."

"But why has it spilled over to me? Why me?"

"Why?"

And at that moment, the entire universe went black, leaving me with nothing but the light emanating from her living velvet. I sunbathed, moonbathed, light bathed - goddess bathed? - in her sweet light for a time not bound by will.

"Yes," she said quietly, settling down into my shoulder. "I just wanted to hear it."

Time passed.

"Sing that little D-tune you know ... "

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To Aphrodite, in the key of Gm, with piano forte', and distant horns.

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A Patriotic
Beach Buggy




To the Officers and Private Soldiers
Of The Continental Army
December 19 1777 -§- June 19 1778

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If you want to set up one of the greatest failures in baseball history, you go out and get 3 big time pitchers, cavalierly market yourselves as The Four Aces, and then have the ERA for your starting pitchers be 4.89. You then analyze that ERA and notice your one home grown starter, The Breeze Cole Hamels, is the only pitcher who did his job. He has an ERA of zero, which gives (factoring in Hamels 6 shutout innings) the remaining starters - the remaining Three Aces - an ERA over six. Six!, for "great" starting pitching!

That is the beginning of a good recipe for failure.

To make it better you do this after paying a player $25 million a year - for 7 years -, and have him come up ridiculously small in the post season, extending his record of most playoff games with three or more strikeouts to 10. Ten. He's had ten games where he has struck out three or more times (which casually means he's had a few where he struck out four times). Amazing stat, I know, especially when you consider that the next player on the list only has six.

That clinches it for you, making your failure historic: horrible high salary pitching teamed with horrible high salary hitting.

Performance isn't just for tires or motor oils.

If only Jeep made baseball players.

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Beach Buggy
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