and two conversations that make me question the whole "all men are created equal" idea.
Conversation #1 (taking place on the drive to Roanoke. )
We need to get on 66 West.
But that's not the way we went to Duck Beach.
Right. Because Duck Beach is in North Carolina. On the coast. Roanoke is in southwest Virginia.
But when we went to Duck Beach, we saw signs for a freeway that took you to Roanoke.
Well, you can get to Roanoke from Duck Beach. But that's not the way we want to go.
Oh. Well, why not?
Because Duck Beach is in North Carolina.
But there were signs...
Conversation #2: (taking place at the Nats game tonight. We were sitting right behind home plate. Anyone jealous?)
So, someone explain how the whole pitching thing works. How do you get out?
If you get three strikes, you're out. Or if you get four balls, you walk to first base.
Oh. So a ball is a strike.
No. A strike is when the pitcher throws the ball right over home plate.
Oh. So two balls make a strike.
No. A ball is a ball. A strike is a strike.
So a ball can be a strike?
Are you sure you grew up in America?
Tuesday, September 23, 2008
nationals baseball
Posted by poodle at 8:06 PM
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3 comments:
Scary! Actually, if the second green dialogue was you, Poodle, that would explain your debut in softball when you were a kid.
your friends are really funny. i'd love to hear some more conversations like that.
I'm scared.
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