I don't like too many of George Will's columns but on one occasion he go it just right when he discussed what an aging pitcher brings to the mound when their arm is going. He said when the pitcher has nothing left to throw, they "throw their heart".
Typical sentimental baseball bullshit. But consider The Aging Fleetwoods singing perhaps the most beautiful song in the long history of Rock:
Monday Night Open Thread
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I dropped Joelle off at the airport and am home alone, and man the house is
quiet- other than Maxwell bitching for food. It is also just miserable
outsid...
4 days ago


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