WEDNESDAY'S WORD 5-17-06

Yes, I knooooow it's not Wednesday. "Wednesday's Word" is just an honorary title, like "Duke" or "the Christ" or "Bono", okay?

Today's word is "baseball" as in "Even Castro loved baseball." Which is true, the whole of human history could have been drastically altered if the New York Yankees had just let a young Cuban hurler play on their team. No Bay of Pigs, no Cuban Missle Crisis, no puppet leaders in Central and South America, no bomb shelters, no Dallas motorcade, no Star Wars program, no ketchup as a vegetable, no Taliban, no Rambo III or Rocky V, no Steven Segal, no Al-Quida, no September 11th, no Spanish train bombing, no "Axis of Evil", no Patriot Act, no library, phone or firearm lists compiled and tracked, all because the game of baseball took a man with a dream into it's loving arms.

Or maybe Castro slums in the minor leagues for four years before being traded to Kansas City where he grows bitter and fat on KC BBQ. After a miserable end to a mediocre career he goes home to Cuba, takes over and presses The Button ending the whole she-bang-a-bang.
That's not good for anyone. Except the apes. Damn, dirty apes.