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:
Open Thread: Big Talk Butters No Parsnips
-
Post-Labor Day reminder, for the doomsters: If Black Americans could
survive hundreds of years of slavery and legal degradation, you can survive
the next...
4 days ago
No comments:
Post a Comment