Remember that song? The Sesame Street (or was it Electric Avenue? Mr. Rogers, perhaps? I can't remember...) song that went something like this:
"One of these things is not like the other...one of these things just doesn't belong..."
Well...let's play that game, 'kay?
Is what I watch when we go to the Pal's baseball games.
Catching. It's what he does.
Something happened last night (aside from us getting creamed).
Something that made my bowels churn and my heart race.
You see if you can tell what happened.
What I'm used to:
Or about how I pooped my pants when I saw him up on that mound.
I prefer to keep those kinds of things to myself.