Say, I think Felix Hernandez may have thrown a perfect game yesterday and that I may have been present at Safeco Field for the final several outs. I think that was real. This is something I am very happy to report. How it all happened—all the details and circumstances and machinations and whatnot, I’ve preserved in virtual space with virtual words over at the virtual website Call to the Pen. You can click this internet link and read my little story over there. It might be a bit sappy and overenthusiastic but it’s a nice story that I enjoy and one I’m happy to have documented. Felix Hernandez, everybody. Felix Mother Fucking Hernandez.
The Trance of Waiting 