D0DGERS L0SE
By Chip The Comeback Kid
Everyone loves baseball! It is after all, next to complaining, our national pastime. My journey the last few months was like those unending little league games. We have all sat through where the umpire was blind in one eye and couldn’t see out of the other. I was that umpire.
I went down hardI had a stroke and a heart attack. I was behind in the count 0-2 with Clayton Kershaw on the hill. I rallied. This comeback was fueled by my hatred of the Dodgers but mainly by your many good wishes and prayers. THANK YOU. If you combine this with the fact that I have much more to write about in this column, we knocked him out of the game. I feel better now and mending nicely.
While at the hospital, my nurses would gather each morning to inquire of the previous night’s uttering, They all believed me to have over-zealous imagination. They claimed my midnight ramblings rivaled Hunter S, Thompson and Timothy Leary, and quickly pointed out that those two guys were loaded, while I was on Tylenol and penicillin . I tried to explain that my PCGC were true. It wasn’t until Bill Feely and Keith Gonsalves came to visit that the nurses begin to believe. The next day three RN’s and one orderly asked me for Cabo Nicks’ phone number.
The stroke did have some lasting effects. While it left my wit and sarcasm unscathed and as keen as every grammar, sentence structure and spelling all took a hit. What!! You can’t tell! This just proves my readership doesn’t care about commas and periods, only that their names are spelled correctly in the column.
God Bless you. I can’t wait to get back.