The sounds of Bubble Guppies stream through the three bones that rattle in my ear and communicate wavelengths to my brain.
”Buh-buh-bubble, guh-guh-guppies...”
I’m alone in this asphalt laden wasteland of humanity, striving for the sights and sounds of a seamed spheroid and the ping of aluminum on a mild Tuesday. Or is it a Wednesday? Time has become flat as two offspring scream their howls of excitement or is it terror?
This is a road I’ve traveled before. A road untraveled alone.
The men of Ole Miss and the men of Murray State collide in a match of leather and metal sheared in cylinders - and I am alone with two of mine own seed.