6 thoughts on “Baseball and Providence

  1. Like the scent of horse-hide, not unlike the dallying sprinkle-whiffers, no can-of-corn, this one, so full of grandiosity and Wagnerian majesty, Honus, that is, and, thus, October winds its pitch like a cobra and whiff, like that, such a marvelous pinch of snuff.Report

  2. Another wonderful thing about the hot July days, when August thunderstorms turn the yard into a mud pit, there’s no ump to call the game off. Somebody’s got to get those rainproof ghosties out. I’m pretty sure that Trammell isn’t going to drive up and do it for you.Report

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