The universe is uncaring and pointlessly cruel. It barely notices us. Why should it? We are but specks, toiling for a flicker of a galactic second before passing on into the ether. But surely there’s some rhyme or reason to it all. What else make the Cleveland Indians keep signing Michael Martinez? For what seems like the thirtieth year in a row though, the broken Swiss Army knife has a shot to make the roster, even if it’s slim. For some reason it’s hard to shake the feeling that he will. But seriously, why? What is happening in this world?
Michael Martinez. Why?
