BASEBALL. ET AL IS A BORE

They -- the senior center I call home -- took me out to the ball game. Our team won so, according to the song that immortalized the sport it was a hit. This game was not a shame, at least not to the screaming fans with lungs and hands that demanded action that never happened. The score was one to nothing and nothing was what the shouting was all about,

Maybe there's something wrong with me. I can't join in the activity which is more about drinking beer and pop and topping it off with popcorn and hot dogs that make fans fat which most already by far are.

I was sure I would not be thrilled with what is billed as America's national pastime. But I took the lure because the seats were free and I thought I'd give it one more try. I don't know why. But I got to thinking, if this sort of sport is all it takes to make saps clap and stuff their gut with God knows what, terrorists hit lists should include the Castles of Conformity where baseball and other sorts of sports are God.

Dynamiting these sites where wrong-headed rites draw capacity rowdy crowds night after night would shatter the morality and mentality of those whose minds are closed to intellectual pursuits and make them more astute regarding the alarming warming of the planet, the worst threat yet to the continuation of civilization,

For what it's worth, Earth is our only home.There is no place in outer space that could replace it. Face it!

Remember the once hero of history, the mighty Nero. He found that fiddling around almost brought down the world he knew. Are we headed for a rekindling of that ancient fire. Is this the world's unconscious desire?

Remember Nero, Remember Rome. And don't forget. There's no place like home sweet home.