Baseball box scores

Are so stunningly beautiful to me.  They are little haikus, one of the finest examples of the objective correlative out there.

And, oftentimes, the little AP capsules that accompany them are so succinct and perfect as to be breathtaking, too.

They are little jewels hiding in your newspaper that many do not even know about, pass over, ignore, etc, ...

And, I like scoring games, as well, which produces another type of lovely little poem, too, one more prosaic.

Hamilton cf    5 4 5 8 0 0 .406

"He hit a baseball. The dude's on fire. What do you want me to say?"

It is the end of my week, sort of, no Two Days Off Dance today, ...



All my love,
Ardent