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Computer blue

So horny I'm jumping out of my skin! Must be a full moon. Thank heaven for internet porn. Certainly not as good as the real thing, but it will have to do in a pinch.

I'm a bit hungover and behind from last night.

Cactus League Update: today, Sox beat the A's 12-8. Everett and Borchard each homer. Iguchi and Dye each go 3 for 4 with 2 RBIs, Widger doubles and knocks in 2 runs. Sox show some speed with stolen bases from Ozuna, Pods, Harris and Uribe. Still concerned about the pitching - Garland gives up 5 ER in 6 IP, striking out only 2. Marte continues to struggle - 2 ER in one IP. Takatsu gives up a homer for 1 ER in one inning of work.

Yesterday, the Mariners beat the Sox 15-9. Rowand, Konerko, Ozuna and Perez each get two hits. Iguchi drives in 3, but makes an error. Dye gets a stolen base. Borchard strikes out twice. Contreas gives up 6 ER in 4 and 2/3rds, and hits two batters, though he strikes out 4. Politte gives up 4 ER in 1 and 1/3rd IP, Yotsu gives up 2 ER but strikes out 2 in one inning of work.

Baseball phrase of the day; Mackmen n. nickname for the Philadelphia Athletics during the years that Connie Mack was in charge (1901-1950).

Last installment of James T. Farrell's My Baseball Diary:

Boyhood memories from a simplier time:

"For two summers we played ball almost every day at Washington Park. We would have one to two games in the morning, and then one or two more in the afternoon. Sometimes, we chose sides. Then for a brief period, we formed two teams and played a world series. We counted the number of home runs we hit over the back fence. The summers passed. Going home at the end of the day, there were lemonade and sandwiches waiting for me. And there were thoughts of the games played, and hopes and expectations of the games to be played the nexxt day. The biggest of worries was the threat of rain. Running, hitting, diving for balls, hitting one over the short picket fence, quarreling, throwing oneself fully into each play - this was all part of some very good boyhood days."

On a success from the neighborhood:

"Of the thousands of boys who played baseball in Washington Park and dreamed or hoped to be discovered and rise to the rank of big league star, Fred Linstrom, to my knowledge, was the only one who succeeded. In Lindstrom and his life story, there is a touch, and element of many of these boys."

Hope springs eternal, huh, James?

A great read. Highly recommended.