Ty Cobb’s Teeth

The base paths belonged to me, the runner. The rules gave me the right. I always went into a bag full speed, feet first. I had sharp spikes on my shoes. If the baseman stood where he had no business to be and got hurt, that was his fault. Ty Cobb   If it's something …

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Critical Cubical Crisis

4:30AM -- "Comin' to you, on a dust road. Good lovin', I got a truck load." sang my phone -- "I'm a Soul Man" replied my semi-conscious mind. "Oh crap. Hit phone before sleeping wife hits you." My mind realized, as consciousness burned through my sleepy haze, like the sun would soon do to the …

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