Archive for September 15th, 2009

On Friday, Reliever Elmer Dessens said his 2007 Range Rover was stolen from a hotel near Citi Field after he left it with the valet.

“Dessens was visibly upset, but the irony was not lost on him. ‘Can you believe it happened in the same valet lot I originally got it from? Man, I worked hard to steal that thing after getting called up. I promised myself that when I made it to the bigs, I’d reward myself with a car that was no older than 5 years. Part of my first big league paycheck went to the f*cking valet guy to take a walk’

In a perhaps related story, Toby Stoner made his big league debut the other night with the Mets, tossing a scoreless inning while fighting twitches and restlessness, exhibiting symptoms of withdrawal.”

Editor’s note: apologies to Herman Hesse

Siddhartha sat now in front of the light. Another day had turned into evening, yet he knew of his self and of his journey and had found the truth that this year would be like other years. That the promise of the spring gave way to the realities of the summer and then the quietness of the fall was again the truth.

Yet Siddhartha was drawn by the light to watch the master who had once been the master that he followed, and had fallen and had disappointed Siddhartha but now was the master again for this night.

Pedro had become enlightened once more and now brought pain to Siddhartha again but in a new way, a way Siddhartha did not deserve.

Siddhartha sat on the floor and began his meditation into the light. The seventh inning over, he was certain that Pedro would no longer cause him pain. For, surely, as had been his custom, Pedro would leave with the 100^th pitch thrown as he had done so often when Siddhartha followed him.

But here was Pedro again, out for an eight, out beyond what Siddhartha had learned to expect. Certainly the master had tempted the fates and this would be his undoing, but there he was and who was he? Not the man that Siddhartha had watched the last 4 years. One out, two outs, disbelief came over Siddhartha.

But then a hope, a thought, Young Daniel Murphy would hit one over the fence and humble the master the way he had been humbled before in the last 4 years. The pitch came in the bat came around and the ball flew, not quite over the fence but good enough! A double for Young Daniel Murphy and Siddhartha felt pride, felt a possibility of the fall again of the master and his truth.

Siddhartha breathed deeply as his teachers had showed him with his legs folded under him and he listened to chatter from the light as he continued to stare into it. Siddhartha’s mind was now clear of thoughts except for the singular thought of Murphy scoring the tying run.

Siddhartha began his chant, saying the Om inwardly at first as the teachers had instructed him. “Om….Ohm…..OhM…..Oh Murph! how do you get your self thrown out at third in a one run game with 2 outs?!?!?”

With that Siddhartha doused the light and again knew the truth. He heard the words in the distance, “Sid, are you coming to bed? Ya gotta get up early tomorrow. Why are you still watching those losers?” and, once more, he knew the truth.