So, today, after convincing Tomemos to come along to play softball because everyone would be there, no one showed up. Tom and I did some two-man batting practice, and I regretted hitting balls as far as I did. Indeed, held firmly in the clammy scrotal grip of this exercise in futility, I began to doubt the necessity of ever hitting a ball at all.
Despite our predicament, I feel like we had fun. One interesting outcome was the imaginary creation of Final Fantasy Baseball. (This happened when Tomemos suggested that a pop-fly I had hit straight up in the air about a quarter mile was designed to break someone's glove. I immediately thought: glovebreak.) Of course, this opens up a floodgate of SquarEnix possibilities that they have never dared to dream of.
That I could even think such a thing means EAs grip on this reality might be slipping.
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I even remember thinking about talking about this concept more--would you summon "Babe Ruth" and "Joe DiMaggio," or just Tiamat holding a Louisville Slugger?--and then forgot to. So I'm glad you preserved it, first in your mind and then online.
Hey, I had fun. And you helped my swing make its first halting steps (back?) to competence.
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