Why thank you, I am glad to be here.

Not what I expected. Yes, I got my

conversation card. What’s the wait

for Socrates? I hear he’s 500,000 behind.

Oh, I’ve already spent way too long with

my relatives. Heard all about the disapproving

acts that I have ever done, relived my childhood.

What’s next?

I’ve already spent some time in the minors. Caught

liners sinking off into foul territory. Watched the arc

and ebb from the bat over the fences. Had Cobb and

Shoeless Joe give me tips. Hell, given enough time we all

could end up in the majors. They just got there first.

At least the uniforms are good, old flannel with perfect hats

that never go bad, have the bill break the wrong way. Sometimes

I wonder what’s the point, up here we all get

good wood.

Jeff Davis

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