Tuesday, May 08, 2007

He's dead, Jim....or not

Wandering alone in the desert for more than two years, the weary traveler suddenly stumbles on an oasis of shade, liquid refreshment and an odd wireless internet station.

"Wow" says the sun-bathed explorer. "It's been a long time since I have seen a computer. I have to check up on my beloved Giants and see how things are going."

A moment passes while the traveler re-acquaints himself with the workings of a mouse and a computer keypad. As our hero searches SFGiants.com, McCovey Chronicles and El Lefty Malo, among others, for an update of what has happened in the past 29 months, he is slowly realizing that his nomadic journey has not been one of actual reality. Rather, the past two and a half years have been a mental journey of inner discovery and searching for the site of true happiness.

Those long days and nights lost in the desert were not spent climbing endless sand dunes, but rather sitting on the sofa at home or in a plastic seat at the ballpark, watching Michael Tucker, Todd Linden, Randy Winn, Matt Morris, Brett Tomko, and Lance Niekro help destroy what spent a decade to build.

Maybe the vagabond will step away from the oasis and keep searching, never to be heard from again. Possibly, the roamer will stay for a while and try to make sense of his extended 40 days and 40 nights alone in the wilderness. Or maybe our foil will ruminate on things other than what he has been searching for.

But one thing we know for sure, loyal reader (I'd say readers, but I would be lying now, wouldn't I?) is that the hero of Splash Landings is not dead.

1 comment:

Anonymous said...

Good words.