My scholastic years were marred with bad grades. When we had an open house or a parent conference at school, my teacher would suggest that I order the tests, quizzes and other graded papers in reverse. So the lowest marks would be on top and the highest grades would be reviewed last. This way, when my parents were scanning my work they would only remember the last few excellent grades.
Typically, the blog closes with the game result, especially when we are not victorious. This week, we will begin by stating that we lost 8-1 to SLAM and hopefully the recency effect will come into play as you finish your reading.
Sticking with the science thread, today's title comes from the last line in this New York Times article. It is a compelling piece and it demonstrated that people’s thoughts, even on such abstract subjects as time and space, translate into movements of the body.
Cougar movement was regrettable last night. What were we thinking? Certainly not about victory.
The highlight of the game was in the third inning when Philthy stepped in the batter's box glowered at the pitcher and displayed a threatening portrait of power. Then, with the fat part of the bat, Dr. Phil slammed a grounder that landed about 16 inches in front of the plate and hustled it out for a single to keep his hitting streak alive. McNasty immediately followed that piece of work with another on bases as he was trying to avoid a force out at second base and violently slid into the shortstop who then tumbled farther than the base hit.
The highlights for SLAM were the two balls that the roidhead hit to the left field fence. In each case the Hitpeople in the alley were buzzing like the cicadas that can't count to 17.
Yes, a perfect segue to the Hitmen. Last night, your captain played for the Hitmen before the Cougar game. The Hitmen lost to Miller Time and it was a close one. I was fired up for the game and wore a shirt that wins the trifecta: Cougar Green, Hitmen, White Sox.
Typically, the blog closes with the game result, especially when we are not victorious. This week, we will begin by stating that we lost 8-1 to SLAM and hopefully the recency effect will come into play as you finish your reading.
Sticking with the science thread, today's title comes from the last line in this New York Times article. It is a compelling piece and it demonstrated that people’s thoughts, even on such abstract subjects as time and space, translate into movements of the body.
Cougar movement was regrettable last night. What were we thinking? Certainly not about victory.
The highlight of the game was in the third inning when Philthy stepped in the batter's box glowered at the pitcher and displayed a threatening portrait of power. Then, with the fat part of the bat, Dr. Phil slammed a grounder that landed about 16 inches in front of the plate and hustled it out for a single to keep his hitting streak alive. McNasty immediately followed that piece of work with another on bases as he was trying to avoid a force out at second base and violently slid into the shortstop who then tumbled farther than the base hit.
The highlights for SLAM were the two balls that the roidhead hit to the left field fence. In each case the Hitpeople in the alley were buzzing like the cicadas that can't count to 17.
Yes, a perfect segue to the Hitmen. Last night, your captain played for the Hitmen before the Cougar game. The Hitmen lost to Miller Time and it was a close one. I was fired up for the game and wore a shirt that wins the trifecta: Cougar Green, Hitmen, White Sox.
The Cougars play the Hitmen tonight and although many players from each team will be absent, the rivalry is stronger than ever.
The Hitmen are sort of like the Cubs for me. When my White Sox play the Cubs, I hope the Sox crush them. When Cubs play anyone else, I hope they do well. (Yes, I am equating the Hitmen to the Cubbies.)
The Cougars are anxious to beat up on the Hitmen and steal their Chicken Shack after the game and make a hypothetical into a reality.
The Hitmen are sort of like the Cubs for me. When my White Sox play the Cubs, I hope the Sox crush them. When Cubs play anyone else, I hope they do well. (Yes, I am equating the Hitmen to the Cubbies.)
The Cougars are anxious to beat up on the Hitmen and steal their Chicken Shack after the game and make a hypothetical into a reality.
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