Rutting Season, backyard

Six-point buck, our backyard. November 2022.

while at the zoo

tucked in the Smokies

In the Great Smoky Mountains National Park. April 2004.

Kentucky oil study

Greenup Municipal Park just off the Ohio River. Greenup, KY, July 2014.

the poet upon reading poems written by those who follow his

Oak Park, Raleigh, North Carolina. August 2006

"I am humblified beyond audaciousness,
Transquilified through personal capacity
To mentify I had talent."

Just buggy

When your team loses…

…you head somewhere else. Why watch the team that beat yours? In 2007 the Phillies were swept in the NL Division Series by the Colorado Rockies. The Rockies went all the way to the World Series, so at least we took solace that the near-champions (they were beaten by the Boston Red Sox) had beaten us. On the flip side, the Rockies tied with the San Diego Padres for the Wild Card that year which forced an extra playoff game between them. San Diego lost and went home. Until that playoff game the Rockies and Padres also had identical records with the Phillies, and no NL team had more than 90 wins that year (the Diamondbacks).

Regardless. We headed to the southern shore of North Carolina and the Fort Fisher Aquarium.

Spiny lobster, Fort Fisher Aquarium, North Carolina. October 2007.

How it began

In their penultimate Spring Training game this year, the 2022 Phillies traveled a few miles to the Yankees’ ballpark in Tampa. We were there. This weekend the Phillies’ ride through the postseason could very well end after one more Spring Training game, 162 regular season games, and six postseason games. A good ride.

Part two of my baseball odyssey and paean is drafted but not ready. This photo will have to suffice.

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