Tag: Electronic umpires

He looked down at his watch and it was again time.

Time for something else, something different.

Not able to put his finger on it, he only knew it was time for a change.

It’s the way you feel as the summer is over.

Just when you’re getting used to something it’s over.

And the next thing is phased in.

They talk of doubt and listless subjects.

I have no doubt I want nothing to do with listless subjects.

I take great pride in the ability to swallow my pride and just keep on moving on.

The fingers know no rest until it’s time.

Taking the afternoon off to do what?

Why does the sun go down and then come back up again?

Will science ever catch up to our expectations regarding how things should look right now technologically-speaking?

Will LinkedIn ever again return to being a place where people can network professionally without being solicited or pitched?

What’s the next big thing when it comes to commode technology?

If you stop typing do you stop thinking?

Take notes. There will be a nice test on all of this when the next blog post is published.

He never thought he’d abhor home runs.

He did not ever believe it possible to long for the days of pitcher’s duels.

Once you build something can there be no choice but to sell out to the highest bidder?

He realizes that football distracts him and then makes sure to clear his schedule for Thursday night’s Bears-Packers season opener.

The best advice he ever received was shut your mouth.

Actions most definitely do not speak louder than words; actions most certainly cannot speak.

That’s like documents and books that state things.

The book said in the beginning that this was going to be a long, hard read.

Audio books are probably the closest to speaking that books have ever come.

Once upon a time spoken at the beginning of any bed time story always made him cringe.

The time it took to jump on a jump drive deal always amused him.

He found that in order to sleep through most of the night he needed to cut off all liquids by 7 p.m.

It was past 7 and he was about to down another pint of water.

It’s good for the skin or so he was told.

It’s good for the organs, too. But when was the last time he heard any play? At a ballgame.

One thing about the 7th inning stretch that “Take Me Out to the Ballgame’s” authors got right is, “Cause it’s one, two, three strikes you’re out at the old ball game.”

He thought again how much he’d come to loathe home runs, strikeouts and the shift.

He wondered why many people who say they don’t like crowds rush to be in one more often than they should.

Things left unsaid are things left unsaid.

Shut your mouth.

Singles, doubles and triples are only found in hamburger joints.

He knew a .400 batting average would never be attained again.