Monday, May 8th, 2006
11:06 am - Fantasy Baseball...  
Tolkein Baseball.

"Beings will come Frodo. They'll come to Middle Earth for reasons they can't even fathom. They'll turn up your road not knowing for sure why they're doing it. They'll arrive at your door as innocent as hobbits, longing for the past. Of course, we won't mind if you look around, you'll say. It's only 2 gold pieces per person. They'll pass over the gold without even thinking about it: for it is gold they have and peace they lack. And they'll walk out to the bleachers; sit in shirtsleeves on a perfect afternoon. They'll find they have reserved seats somewhere along one of the baselines, where they sat when they were children and cheered their heroes. And they'll watch the game and it'll be as if they dipped themselves in magic waters. The memories will be so thick they'll have to brush them away from their faces. Beings will come Frodo. The one constant through all the years, Frodo, has been baseball. Middle Earth has rolled by like an army of Mumakil. It has been erased like a slate, rebuilt and erased again. But baseball has marked the time. This field, this game: it's a part of our past, Frodo. It reminds of us of all that once was good and it could be again. Oh... beings will come Frodo. Beings will most definitely come." - Torrenz Mantalker, Gladden Field of Dreams

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