Moon over Uranus
I can only imagine the chagrin that comes from the steadfast Google-searcher who, after typing in "Little League Coach pitch tournaments Hawaii 2008" stumbles on this mess. After comparing the current state of Deal or No Deal to coach-pitch baseball, who knows what kind of odd searches could uncover my little rant. I have no idea whether the searcher read through the essay long enough to realize that it would be two minutes of his life he would never get back or whether he found enough to make him a "returning visitor". I'd prefer a comment: Screw you pal. You didn't say anything about the Little League, now I have to do another search . I'll assume he's pissed. My work here is done. Why isn't my Blogger spell check working? In my sadder contemplative moments I realize how much I'm going to miss my cat when he eventually meets his kitty maker. I try not to think about it much, but since he's been extra-chummy lately I have little c...