(Alfredo Figaro pitches for Samsung.)
Yesterday, I ate apple pie for dinner. The meal was delicious. My wife bought the pie at Costco for thirteen dollars. I washed it down with several glasses of generic cola. I shouldn't splurge. I'm officially classified as morbidly obese by the local medical community. Sadly, Poor old Smith is living on borrowed time. Oh well. What's a boy to do?
I watched baseball. The Samsung Lions defeated the Doosan Bears 25 to 6. The winning pitcher was Alfredo Figaro. He's from the Dominican Republic. Mr. Figaro makes $600,000 a year. That's great money. I wish that I could throw a curve ball. Baseball is great for stress. I get lost in the sport.
I paid homage to the Christ God. I said the Lord's Prayer on bended knees. No big surprise. Nihilism doesn't float my boat. I'm a Christian for selfish reasons. Having a relationship with the Living God just makes me feel better. Jesus is a bright beacon on a cold dark night.
I went to bed at 10 p.m. I had a strange dream about my Oscar fish. Bluce and I watched them devour many large gold fish with their razor-sharp teeth. Scales were flying all over the fish tank, and the water was stained red with lots of blood. Bluce laughed and laughed and laughed.
I woke up at 6 a.m. and turned on Fox News. The Five discussed Clinton's email scandal. I'm not good at predicting political winners and losers. However, I just can't see Hillary earning the nomination. Even liberals despise her. Elizabeth Warren will eventually throw her hat in the ring. But what do I know?
I read the paper while enjoying a bathroom break. Ryu Hyun-Jin is out for the season. His departure is a huge blow to the Los Angeles Dodgers. Ryu was a solid third in the starting rotation. The Dodgers might very well be screwed in their race for the pennant.
Anyway, it's time for the song of the day. Here's Hurdy Gurdy Man by Donovan. God bless.