Extra, extra, a hit and go home. Empty stands at 10:30pm, yet joy. Young Bruce, a hit. Dancing on basepath, then go. Kepp. Crack. Rounding third and heading for home. Edwin takes the helmet.
Johnny K, Johnny K eleven. One bad inning adds two extra frames. ONE HUNDRED EIGHTEEN PITCHES FREAK OUT. Cy Young is human in sixth. Big bats gone. No home runs. Run home. Score, score, score, SCORE!
Obscurity needs thirty stitches.
Too little, too late. No cards are wild for this one. Next year, maybe. Down with dead birds and sausage. Tomorrow, rock and roll with split end dead tone.