Poem for Wednesday, All Star Game, YSL in Richmond The Curve By Louis Phillips
Life throws you a curve, Breaking so sharply, That just before it crosses the plate, You flinch, bend back. You still have two strikes to go. Next a change up or a slider. Perhaps followed by high heat. A 100 mph fastball. Even if you know what pitch is coming, You still can’t hit it out of the park. Soon you are not allowed Any more pitches. 3 strikes. Return to the bench. No sense hanging around. You’re out. That’s it.
We're watching the extra-innings MLB All Star Game so I will keep this short. It was again an uneventful day -- chores at home in the morning, then some shopping in the afternoon, including a stop at Bagel City since it was a buy 12, get 2 free day.
We had rarebit for dinner and have been watching the AL mostly lead the NL, though not by much, while Adam worked on installing a new version of Ubuntu on his new laptop. Here are some more photos from the VMFA's Yves Saint Laurent retrospective: