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I know I am small, but I enjoy living anyway.
Went to the Dodger-Marlins game to see what would happen with LoDuca. The fans cheered for him like nuts every time, and even cheered when they brought out Mota. And tonight the Dodgers sucked. I knew they would as soon as we took out seats.
"The Dodgers will lose tonight. They don't have the heart to beat LoDuca."
And they didn't. How could they beat LoDuca, squatting there in the one place in the world he feels most at home?
LoDuca, who's hitting something like .415 now?
LoDuca, whom all the cynics and number-crunchers said was no good after the all-stars.
I don't have much hope for the Dodgers.
I do have hope for the fans, though. Not only did they know which players to cheer for, but during the "AOL Sessions" contest, they got to choose between hearing Sheryl Crowe, the Cure, and David Bowie, and they chose Bowie.
Let the people decide.
Now, poetry.
Thanks for this poem, Tony. (I do cry.)
"bluebird"
by charles bukowski
there's a bluebird in my heart that
wants to get out
but I'm too tough for him,
I say, stay in there, I'm not going
to let anybody see you.
there's a bluebird in my heart that
wants to get out
but I pour whiskey on him and inhale
cigarette smoke
and the whores and the bartenders
and the grocery clerks
never know that
he's in there.
there's a bluebird in my heart that
wants to get out
but I'm too tough for him,
I say,
stay down, do you want to
mess me up?
you want to screw up the works?
you want to blow my book sales in Europe?
there's a bluebird in my heart that
wants to get out
but I'm too clever, I only let him out
at night
sometimes
when everybody's asleep.
I say, I know that you're there,
so don't be sad.
then I put him back,
but he's singing a little
in there,
I haven't quite let him die
and we sleep together like that
with our
secret pact
and it's nice enough to
make a man weep,
but I don't weep,
do you?
Went to the Dodger-Marlins game to see what would happen with LoDuca. The fans cheered for him like nuts every time, and even cheered when they brought out Mota. And tonight the Dodgers sucked. I knew they would as soon as we took out seats.
"The Dodgers will lose tonight. They don't have the heart to beat LoDuca."
And they didn't. How could they beat LoDuca, squatting there in the one place in the world he feels most at home?
LoDuca, who's hitting something like .415 now?
LoDuca, whom all the cynics and number-crunchers said was no good after the all-stars.
I don't have much hope for the Dodgers.
I do have hope for the fans, though. Not only did they know which players to cheer for, but during the "AOL Sessions" contest, they got to choose between hearing Sheryl Crowe, the Cure, and David Bowie, and they chose Bowie.
Let the people decide.
Now, poetry.
Thanks for this poem, Tony. (I do cry.)
"bluebird"
by charles bukowski
there's a bluebird in my heart that
wants to get out
but I'm too tough for him,
I say, stay in there, I'm not going
to let anybody see you.
there's a bluebird in my heart that
wants to get out
but I pour whiskey on him and inhale
cigarette smoke
and the whores and the bartenders
and the grocery clerks
never know that
he's in there.
there's a bluebird in my heart that
wants to get out
but I'm too tough for him,
I say,
stay down, do you want to
mess me up?
you want to screw up the works?
you want to blow my book sales in Europe?
there's a bluebird in my heart that
wants to get out
but I'm too clever, I only let him out
at night
sometimes
when everybody's asleep.
I say, I know that you're there,
so don't be sad.
then I put him back,
but he's singing a little
in there,
I haven't quite let him die
and we sleep together like that
with our
secret pact
and it's nice enough to
make a man weep,
but I don't weep,
do you?
Comments
he must have felt soo good when the fans cheered for him. it was the feel-good moment of this season.