Wicked excited about baseball
I was driving by the baseball field near the Colisee in Lewiston the other day when I noticed, with great glee, that the field was actually abuzz with ballplayers. I mean, dozens of them were out there chasing down flies, fielding grounders, warming up the pitcher or just getting stretched out on outfield grass. I mean, baseball in the spring, just like in the olden days. I’m not sure why I got so giddy about such a prosaic sight, but I pulled to the side of the road and watched them enthralled for many minutes. I wonder: Am I one day going to be one of those weird old dudes who hangs around ballparks, watching every game and keeping score in a little notepad? Eh, probably not. Too much math.
It’s cold I know it’s cold because EVERY SINGLE TIME I step outside, I declare: “Holy $#!@#! It’s !#@! cold!” That’s the scientific way to know for sure that it’s $#!@#! cold. This is exactly how Lord Kelvin, the physicist William Thompson, discovered in 1892 that it was $#!@#! cold outside his lab over there […]