There must be a name for my mental
disorder. I'm not sure other people go through life asking that proverbial
phrase "What the heck?" as often as I do.
Like recently when I heard a sports
story on the radio about baseball. The sportscaster said a certain individual
had hit a grand slam homer. He went on to say that it was the first grand slam
hit by a shortstop in post regular season game play ever.
What the heck?
I know baseball is statistics OCD
but really? Someone has kept track of grand slams and shortstops in the entire
history of major league baseball? One would assume they've kept track of the
other 8 field positions and long balls as well. And there have been a lot of games.
Where did they store all this data before computers? Every warehouse in
Cooperstown?
Another what-the-heck. I was
driving by Jack-in-the-Box and they had a sign that said they were giving away
free Seahawk antennae balls. Cool, I said to myself, I'm gonna get one.
Then I looked at my car and
realized I don't have an antennae. I looked at all the cars around me on the
street and in the Jack-in-the-Box parking lot and none of them did either. What
the heck?
Sounds to me a like a promotion
that won't cost Jack. Unless they've already ordered the balls. I suppose I
could get one anyhow and just put it near my car radio. Maybe not. I wouldn't
want it rolling around in the car. Loose balls can cause problems. In both cars
and sports. I remember hearing about one basketball player who held the record
for loose ball fouls.
They said it was mostly a longevity
thing. He didn't have a brief career.
America, ya gotta love it.
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