I always correct my younger daughter when in text messages she fails to distinguish, for example, "your" from "you're." This annoys the crap out of her. "Six hours of school per day is more than enough," she's been known to reply.
This evening we got in the car to drive to her piano lesson. Just as we were backing out of the garage, I got a text from her older sister, whose sports practice was ending. Since we weren't going to be early to music, I gave my phone to the younger daughter and told her to text with her sister. As we drove along, she busily tapped out messages in the back seat. When we were almost to the music lesson, she announced that she had never revealed her identity and that the whole time her sister had thought she was texting with dad. "I keyed slow and used a lot of punctuation and stuff," she explained, deadpan.
What is the fun of suffering through yet another extra-inning debacle by the home team Twins if you're not even allowed to partake of some 20-20 hindsight? Innings past the ninth now commence with a runner on second base. I thought I'd hate it, but you know what?—the games are long enough. If you play nine innings, and no one is ahead, it's ok if the rules shift toward the chintzy.
In the top of the tenth of today's game, the Rangers' runner advanced to third on a wild pitch while the first batter was up. The Twins then brought their infielders in to the grass in front of the base lines in order to try and cut down the go-ahead run at the plate, but the batter foiled the strategy by hitting a hard grounder through the drawn-in infield to score what turned out to be the winning run. My inclination would be to play the infield at regular depth, especially with no outs. Give up a run, get the batter out, avoid a big inning. Your half of the inning will start with a runner on second, too. It's all new and I don't think the managers have figured out the best strategies yet.
Or maybe there's something wrong with my way of thinking. Tonight, when we were all reunited and headed out to our favorite neighborhood joint for supper, I noticed a bus with a giant advertisement on its side panel: SOBERING REALITY, A DWI WILL COST YOU $10K. I thought I should repay myself for never having had a DWI so I enjoyed an extra drink with supper before driving us all home. Still $9993 ahead.
I see that you are using your math skills! Please don't give me an English lesson, I'm too old to change!
Posted by: Audrey Connolly | May 08, 2021 at 11:48 AM