Why is no one talking about the fact that baserunners in baseball now wear an oven mitt on their hand. How did this happen? Are they fitted for oven mitts in Spring Training? Jose, you look like you would be a size medium. Let’s get your measurements to be sure. Do employers and families have... Continue Reading →
Chapter 5: The Confrontation After tracking down Soler's address through an unsavory source, the obsessed manager found himself drawn to the Marlins slugger's residence like a drifting ship beckoned by the irresistible pull of a black hole. This privileged prima donna would finally be confronted with the devastating real-world consequences of his underachievement. Henry killed... Continue Reading →
Chapter 4: The Collapse Henry slammed his mug of flat beer down on the sticky bar top, sloshing lukewarm dregs across the scarred wood. A chorus of boos erupted from the crowd gathered around the TVs mounted above the bar. "Useless!" he spat, loud enough for nearby patrons to shoot him confused looks. "Absolutely useless!"... Continue Reading →
AI Prompt: Write the third chapter in this short story. In this chapter, the Ship of Fouls team starts to play better baseball and starts moving up the standings. Have Henry try to generate interest in his team by reaching out to local media members who scoff at him once they realize he is managing... Continue Reading →
AI Prompt: Write the second chapter of this short story. Have Henry have a team meeting with his fantasy players after the team gets off to an 0 and 3 start to the season. Henry slammed his fist on the desk, rattling his bobble head collection. The rage burning within him was incandescent. "Zero and... Continue Reading →
AI Prompt: Write the first chapter of a five chapter short story. The story is about a fantasy baseball manager who is starting to lose his grip with reality and starts taking his fantasy baseball team too seriously. His fantasy baseball team is called Ship of Fouls and he keeps trying unusual roster creation ideas... Continue Reading →
AI Prompt: Write a poem about the slow start for the Cincinnati Reds baseball team this season. Rain Delay: A Dirge for the Reds In the heart of the Queen City, where the Ohio River flows, The Reds took the field, their hopes held high, their spirits in repose. But April arrived with a whisper,... Continue Reading →
Retiree Report: Lot Adventures Cathie’s mom used to say when something notable happened (typically something negative) that things happened in multiples of threes. I guess you see what you look for but as a family we have had three unfortunate events over the last couple of weeks. Surprisingly, each of these three unfortunate events has... Continue Reading →
AI Prompt: Write a poem about the start of baseball season. Focus on a slugger who had to retire last year but still roots for his team. Make sure to mention the sounds and smells of the ball park including freshly cut grass and food. Old Man Out The crack of the bat, a phantom... Continue Reading →
Time On My Hands I have been traveling a good bit lately and keep hearing a commercial on the radio asking what you would do if you had an extra hour of time each day. It is an interesting question. The commercial suggests several alternatives that some people might choose. I’d like to say I... Continue Reading →
Retiree Musings – Fall 2023 Edition I am a little late with my latest retirement update. I’ve been out of town for the last few weeks and my schedule and routine have changed a little as a result. Fortune and retirement smiled on us, and I have had the opportunity to stay with my dad... Continue Reading →
Relax, this isn’t an article about Charlie Sheen but his claim of “bi-winning” did probably influence me in taking a hard look at what it means to win. So what does it mean to win? According to the dictionary, winning means “gaining, resulting in, or relating to victory in a contest or competition”. For anyone... Continue Reading →
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