I dare again to offer up something that even creatives might collectively yawn over.
If they'd even give it that much effort.
There's that anti-charisma of mine rearing its head, it also transmits through the internet.
But that's ridiculous right?
I mean it's not that bad is it?
That's just me feeling the feelings of negativity yes?
Oh noes.
I travelled through time again.
Not that I was on the way to a good quarter like the first was, relative to the ones that I've had of late where I couldn't even harvest half a field, but I might well have harvested half a field all the same if I hadn't err, involuntarily travelled through time.
I hate when that happens and I am left to wonder what might have been.
Like what might have been if the Summer of 1994 had been allowed to unfold in it the fullness of all other summers since 1903, with the exception of 1904 and 2020 of course.
But that didn't happen and while there is blame and a stiff side-eyes to be given to the players of MLB, it was ownership, with the face of Bud Selig that ensured there would be no joy for any of the teams that season.
And yes, there might have been the ultimate joy for the Montreal Expos that season.
Joy that would have kept them in Montreal until this day.
BAWE.