It's 6:09 pm, and I am sitting with my shoes off, my arthritis
is making my feet swell. The front window is open, a person is
passing by the ramp leading up to my room. "Yankee Statium here
we come," states the commercial. "Open a New York checking account",
with the Bank of America.
No clouds can be seen over the parking lot, where my black car is
sitting, beyond the lonely bush in the sand near the asphalt. The
coastal trees, leaning and in disarray, are beyond P21, where
the kids take a computer class.
Its blue, with an alarm wire connecting my portable with the next
room. My room used to be a computer room, and its connected to
the nurse's room, used ROP to train future nurses.
I stack of Mexican hats from Chevy's lay on my Christmas present
from Bed, Bath, and Beyond, which is a stoll the is broken. A
giraffe with my three kids in a picture in its tummy is standing
near my official school mug, black and red, with a saying, "Mentors
Make a Difference." I don't remember why the administration game
us this mug years ago with that comment.
Thigpen in on first with no outs, McDonald successfully sacrifices
Thigpen to second, one out. Susan Wallman and John Stirling go on
about how great Kennedy pitched today.
Struck out seven, walked four.
He's a rookie, pitching only this three day, or so.
"Hit on the ground wide of third."
Its a 1-2 count.
"He struck him out swinging." John Stirling
Thigpen is off second, the infield is in a step or two.
A slider, for a strike.
The Yankees have Abreu, Rodriquez, and Matsui ready for
the next inning.
The next man struck out.
I have a pile of oral report cardboard assignments leaning against
a couple cases of Shasta Root Beer. The heater is sitting, unused,
and cold next to the root beer.
Bobby Abreu
strike 0 and 1
"Grounder up the middle, for a basehit."
Here's A-Rod
pitch high
a throw to first
fouled back
1/1 A Rod backs back
a throw over
strike
a 78 mile curveball, strikeout
My wife is driving Timothy home tonight, so I can
sit here and finish school work and listen to
the Yankees on the internet.
I'm wearing my school grey polo shirt, black pants,
plaid socks, and my Yankee wrist band, or baseball
leather and a cloth "NY" in the middle.
I've got my Mickey Mouse watch, and a school black
plastic wrist band under the Yankees wrist band.
one on and one out
2 and 2
90 mile an hour fast ball.
Matsui is up
foul
right in on his hands
Downs attempts to get a dribbler
and has no play.
Matsui is on first and Abreu is still
on second.
Robinson Cano is up
ground foul at the plate
The Yankees need a basehit
cut on and missed
0 and 2
Grounded to second and he is thrown out at first
Milky Cabrera is up.
The runners move up.
ball
He hits it hard, but there is a diving stop at first
The Yankees leave two, no score.
Its 6:41pm
I've got a poster of James Taylor, President Bush,
"A Fresh Start for America", and Uncle Sam saying,
"I Want You For U.S. Army".
Toronto got a hit on the first pitch.
Chris Britton is pitching.
Frank Thomas is up.
Rios steals second.
Rio is on second with no outs.
I've got the front windows open and the front door,
and my side window between the portables. It's getting
cold. A custodian is measuring the portable next to mine
for some reason.
Hit
Toronto Wins!
