Well, not really. But this juxtaposition at first base had me scrambling for my phone and wishing for my telephoto lens.
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The Gift to Sing
Sometimes the mist overhangs my path,
And blackening clouds about me cling;
But, oh, I have a magic way
To turn the gloom to cheerful day—
I softly sing. . . .Read the whole poem here.Posted: Feb 21
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It only took ten minutes for me to figure out your reference. After having consulted my very knowledgeable, sports-minded husband, who scrutinized the photos only to find nothing notable, the field was open for me to catch your wordplay. Thanks for making me feel (momentarily) clever at a ballgame!
Laurna – Sorry to be obscure! I’ve never known anyone who takes 666 seriously as the Number of the Beast, but I did once have it as my security-card number. I thought that was hysterical (I mean, would you give the Devil a security pass?), but the issuer had no idea what I was talking about.
All that’s missing is for the first-baseman to be named “Abel.”
Jim T
Jim – That would have been wonderful!