Reveries and Passions
Monday, August 07, 2006
more tomorrow than today | 8:34 PM |

A battle to fight.
An adventure to live.
A beauty to rescue.

have you ever read a book, and like...the author uses your name...but he's not talking about you...but you can relate to the person the author's talking about...?

check it:

There is nothing so inspiring to a man as a beautiful woman. She'll make you want to charge the castle, slay the giant, leap across the parapets. Or maybe, hit a home run. One day during a Little League game, my son Samuel was so inspired. He likes baseball, but most boys starting out aren't sure they really have it in them to be a great player. Sam's our firstborn, and like so many firstborns he is cautious. He always lets a few pitches go by before he takes a swing, and when he does, it's never a full swing; every one of his hits up till this point were in the infield. Anyway, just as Sam steps up to bat this one afternoon, his friend from down the street, a cute little blonde girl, shows up along the first-base line. Standing up on tiptoe she yells out his name and waves to Sam. Pretending he doesn't notice her, he broadens his stance, grips the bat a little tighter, looks at the pitcher with something fierce in his eye. First one over the plate he knocks into center field. A man wants to be the hero to the beauty. [W@H]

i've tried being like the said character in the excerpt in the past, but my hits always stay in the in-field. so if i ever hit a HR after a fair maiden cheers for me, i know i must pursue her like a banchee with an orange stuck to his left ear-lobe.

man alive, last night's sausage-fest was brilliant. 200 wings. XBox 360, GameCube, Poker, testosterone...what more can you ask for?