1st Inning
It’s baseball time. Like Jerry Dipoto faced with a trade, I have a choice: the lunch I packed for myself or a donut. I choose the donut. Marco walks Kris Bryant but I think he should have had a called third strike. He then gets Anthony Rizzo, walks Javier Baez, and some other things happen. It is 5-0. The announcers gloat smugly about sending Marco to the showers or to the back fields to do some running (because I suppose it’s 1961). I finish my donut as I hear them badly mispronounce “Nick Duron”, which does not seem like a hard name to pronounce.