Pastor me, but do you have a chance to see a second base? It can usually be found in that big chunk of dirt, but I seem to be misleading. Second base. This is the second base. I could have sweared that I left it there. In dirt. You look back for a second. Maybe I should go back to my steps. This is what happened.
This is the bottom of the ninth. One, first and second. Fernando Tatis Jr. came to the plate. That was the white Pentagon on the ground over there. I had to take a walk when a strap plate arrived at the plate. Out of respect for his immense power, I bid farewell to my traditional posts and moved to the outfield with the third base to six steps northwards. Sometimes I carry a lot of trail mix in my back pocket for such trips. I didn’t have it tonight, maybe that’s what I did. Low blood sugar can wreak havoc on your direction.
Anyway, I headed north to the left field player. That’s my colleague Randy. When he wanted to show you that he was happy, he stretched out his arm and frowned, as if he was angry. When he got angry, he frowned, but did not cross. It’s confusing until you get used to it. I kept walking towards Randy and then you didn’t know, the annoying Tatis hit a nice soft kitchen knife and went back to my right. I’ve always stood in the right position! I spin with the cat’s agility. I climbed to the third baseline as I crouched on the tiger farming around. As a Bobcat, I gracefully got the bouncing ball. As a leopard, I pivoted it violently and extended it towards the second base. I thought. The second base disappeared like an elusive snow leopard. My throwing ball headed towards the night.
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I think you might say I just threw it to where I thought the second base was, all the twisted twists would have a harmful effect on my internal compass, causing me to throw it crazy late into the night, where the base is here, and I was looking for the wrong direction all the time. But this makes it unlikely for me. More importantly, it is unprofessional to accept such ideas. A good infielder always trusts their internal compass. This is just one of the tools you have to play on this level.
You need a clock clock so you know how much time it takes to grab a runner, a compass in your mind to know where all the bases are, a barometer on your head to understand how the dew point of the grass affects the bounced ball, a calorimeter in your head to make sure you don’t over-over-the-trails, and no excessive dust meter on your head to ask about real dust. I think these days you might get rid of all the mess and put your smartphone on your head, but the key is still there. I lost my second base completely, and the possibility of throwing the ball directly into the middle of nowhere was less than the second base completely disappeared.
There is no destination to say, my throwing happily skipped the spring grass and felt like it was eternal. I won’t feel free for the time being.
I looked down at my hand. “Do you know where the second base went?” I asked. It said nothing. About this brings us to the present. A moment ago, I asked my hands. Still no reply. I stood here, wondering what happened to the second base. Maybe you can help me find it.
Would it help if I describe it? Physical features: There is a large white square on the ground. I think it’s a rectangle technically, like two inches tall and 18 inches on the sides. Slightly dome. Invisible marker on top. It consists of a hard rubber composite material. Very sturdy. Honestly, if things turn around, it will be a great weapon of murder. It would be a little clumsy, but that’s what happens when the event turns. You can’t always be picky about your own boldness.
Characteristics of Metaphysics: I think you can say that the second baton is the axis around which the game revolves around. The heartbeats of the competitive environment. A small fortress is a firm and determined opposition to outfield encroachment and a wave of time trying to smooth our sharp edges. The second alkali is the tip. Flanking from the scoring position to the scoring launch pad. The numbers really start to calculate the assembly point, especially if you need to complain about Juan Soto. Have you seen something that matches that description? White, rectangular, beating axis – cusp-heart?
One man sprays the eggshell white and then stabs it into a large hole in the ground before the game. Another man took it away at the top of the fourth inning and replaced the new one with piercing into the ground. In fact, it’s likely that it’s the same person. I just realized now that I know very little about painting and the people who stabbed the base. Wait, is that OK? Did the man forget to replace the base? That’s a powerful working theory. I certainly wouldn’t notice if it disappeared for about five innings. When was the last time I saw it?
Do you know? I was standing on it, it was impossible an hour ago. I took a walk, and then my friend Josh played a single and asked me to jog and stand directly on the base. Before that, Josh and I were working out in Arizona. He was transferred to Seattle here a week before me. “I think you have to change the parasol for an umbrella,” I joked. He smiled, but I can say he was just polite. Umbrella humor is not for everyone. Anyway, Josh moved me to second. I’m right there. I think I even have photos.
Hmm. It’s more vague than I remember, but it’s definitely my standing on the second base.
That was only an hour ago, but a lot has happened since then. I scored. Josh scored. My friend Mickey scored. His friend Jorge scored. Prior to that, Mickey and Jorge worked together in Minneapolis. Apparently, Mickey’s high school friend called him garv sauce. This doesn’t sound attractive to me. If you give me some fries with Garv sauce, I think I’ll lose my appetite. Wait, that’s the bottom of the fifth one, so this guy has returned and put the base back.
I guess my goal may not be completely correct. I mean, I really feel like I’ve nailed the throw, but before I get the ball, I do have to do the high-speed angry half-body at high speed. If I’m totally honest, I’m still a little dizzy. I could really use the mixture of that trail. Maybe it’s time to put the gyroscope in my mind. But I think I could have turned around and couldn’t see the second base at all. The base seems more likely to disappear.
Maybe it was swallowed by a sewage puddle. Or a velocity benchmark, trampling with such force that it is so deep into the earth that the surrounding dirt falls into the final hole and covers it. Or, they push away at the corner at so much angular velocity that it rotates and rotates until it rises from the ground like a gyroscope and then floats in the bay. These theories are really important now. Maybe the intense slides were so drenched with too much dirt that it was still outside, but totally camouflaged. That must be the case. If you see it, please let me know.
