(Dustin Nippert is the highest paid player in the KBO.)
Yesterday, the Dragon Lady prepared chicken sandwiches for dinner. The meal was good. She smothered the meat in spicy barbecue sauce and served it on hot dog buns. I washed the vittles down with several glasses of generic cola. I'm a huge fan of carbonated beverages. The bubbles bring me joy.
I watched the Samsung Lions defeat the Doosan Bears 6 to 1. The pitcher for Doosan was Dustin Nippert. Dustin used to pitch in America, but things didn't work out. No matter. He currently earns $1,500,000 a year, making him the highest paid player in Korea.
I went to bed at 10 p.m. I had a dream about my oldest son James-uh. I kept calling him a knucklehead. I can't remember his sin. Sadly, this nightmare is certainly not shocking. That child doesn't have a lick of common sense. He drives me bat-shit crazy in real life, and now he haunts my sleep as well.
I paid homage to the Christ God. I said the Lord's Prayer on bended knees. No big surprise. I refuse to live like some filthy atheist. My life is gradually winding down. Even my bones are beginning to ache with age and weariness. So a relationship with the Living God is a soothing balm.
I woke up and 6 a.m. and turned on Fox News. The Five discussed a gruesome murder in Washington D.C. The killer showed zero mercy. He even butchered a young boy while the child's parents helplessly watched. I'm against the death penalty. But scum like this should be pushed off a cliff. So let it be written, so let it be done.
I read the paper while enjoying a bathroom break. There have been three reported cases of MERS in Seoul. MERS is a Middle Eastern strain of influenza which boasts a 40% kill rate. Great. Something else to worry about. The drama never ends.
Anyway, it's time for the song of the day. Here's What's This Life For by Creed. God Bless.