May 10, 2008

the caped crusader strikes out

We're over at the folks' place, watching the Mariners attempt to salvage their dignity against the White Sox. It's been a tough second inning. I've been grading papers and brooding.

"Haven't said much," my dad notes. "You know we always enjoy your running commentary."

Mom nods.

"Fine," I say, and gesture toward the screen. "That fellow--they call him Bat Man because he likes to bat."

"Really?" Mom says.


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