return to narf

the whole world can end but the concept lost and found in narf will carry on forever even if only a couple of us ever really get it... yeah, a pause for an ellipse... and another, but before we break into a monty python sketch, we can mourne the great collapse of the cubs starting pitching and the mourne and celebrate great power of the mets pitching and the way confidence creates hits and lack of confidence destroys great hitters and somehow tolerate the horrible talking heads just to see the highlights but that's enough, the channel must change, to sport center or mlb tonight where people actually might know something more than the repetitive pablum pandering on tbs and that is one step back to narf laughter (which has been coming and going consistently tonight if you don't know the difference between :) and :} in or outside of parenthese) and that's before i even begin to indulge my love of stats or any other such references or rationalities or and more heart-attack food than i've already eaten tonight and maybe like back to the future was a year or two off, i am an entry or few off pace for the magical number that will bring the magical the one to me (as unchained melody leads off the inning in my mind) and the magic of babbling help me find the peace and contentment that is more than kind and the joy that the hope has not been left behind...

do it again, do it again...

narf :)