Tuesday Blues...

Staring into the void of the screen. It isn't until the little things of our daily routines that we find that it can all be shook by a bomb, an act greater that is unfathomable to the average mind or something that is out of reach.
The Rays had been playing good but lost Sunday due to a very good catch by Aaron Judge from a scorching hit off the bat of Evan Longoria. Arch went deep and struck out 13 Yankee hitters. See ya later sucka.
Pushing the Yanks back up into first a half game over Baltimore.
I was feeling nostalgic on this Tuesday morning and found myself quietly smoking cigarette out back in the black tar pavement that lines around the building. The mind ran astray with different ideas and sounds. The feeling of my childhood came into sight and how far away it all seemed. A time in life when everything was easy. A time in the life of a young innocent mind when one isn't conscious of the things happening around me. So what if The Rays lost or won? Why did I bother writing down all of these silly ideas and keeping score of something so mundane and simple as baseball? Those ballplayers go home to their expensive homes, families and beautiful lives while poor people like me feed the American service industry. I knew that. Perhaps that's why if the opportunity ever arose to hang out with one of those dudes, I'd kindly pass the opportunity up for someone else who actually gave a damn because well, I didn't.
Thoughts ran off into the sky again...

Tuesday night The Rays essentially lost due to a passed ball from youngster Ryne Stanek. That essentially blew the game and Odo went pretty good. Gave up some hits but all in all, looked solid and the thug he is. The Yankees won and jumped up in the division 1.5 games up over Baltimore. Still, I smoked and tried to forget. Childhood. There is that word again. When all was simple and easy. Gratis as it were. The smiles of children. The opening cracks of plastic bottle caps of Coke bottles. The sweat rolling off the forehead in the park as we stuffed our mouths with chocolate and other processed goods. These were the days when anyone could buy a house -whether they could afford it or not- as the balloons draped over the wooden picnic benches. This all seems so vague and almost eternity ago. Why did it matter what I wrote about these Tampa Bay Rays as there are bombs being dropped in The Middle East? As there is more slaughter in England? More rape and plundering here in these United States of America headed by a total madman?
I inhaled and tried to turn off the cranium sponge.
Alex Cobb going tonight against Shoemaker. Mike Trout is in town and nothing makes sense anymore...