Bumba Vomits the World
The title of this post is taken from an African creation myth in which a being called Bumba retches up the earth, moon and stars, and eventually men. Like all creation myths, one can argue with the facts without abrogating the meaning.
After a winter of lies, damned lies, and, not statistics, but baseball players themselves, it is easy to succumb to the cynicism latent in the African Bumba myth. After all, our heroes have proven to be what we knew they were all along, deep down. The Mitchell Report vomited up men in all their frailty and evil. Another persistent theme in creation myths is the creator running like **** to get away from his ultimate creation, man. Even in the Biblical creation God posts armed guards at the gates to keep the little ******* from re-entering paradise.
Yet every spring man does re-enter heaven when he crosses that chalked line onto the geometrically perfect diamond where baseball is played.

We hear yuz loud n clear in Brooklyn, Norton. Dem Dodg-uhs been Bumbas fuh yerz!
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Nice entry Michael!!!
I had my first ST sucess this past week. I will have a blog entry up this week about it.
-Chris
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Man, I can't wait for season to start... There are few things so perfect as the smell of a ballpark... ok lets be honest, there is nothing more perfect... and we can forget, if only for a moment, all the atrocities committed by these guys off the field and remember just how great they are on it.
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Just remember when you talk of these "atrocities" they are NOTHING new in the game of baseball. Don't buy the media nonsense that performance enhancers are new to the game...Mantle, Mays and plenty of others are on the list, too.
That said, I can't wait for the season...days at the park with my boys are simple perfection.
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