What do you do with an elephant that has three balls?
You walk him and pitch to the giraffe.
(old barroom joke)
Well it is baseball season again and tomorrow night the Boston Red Sox will take on the New York Yankees at Fenway Park and all the spitting, scratching, secret signs, and improbable feats of gravitational defiance will begin anew. This is a moment for what the poet called the wilful suspension of belief as every fan can believe for a day or two that his or her team will be remarkable. This belief is superimposed against the abstraction that is still the summer to come. The combination of these two fancies is the meaning of hope. I don’t care at all for the talking heads on the sports channels or the radio; don’t believe what I read in the papers about my team’s prospects–I am allowed a great fancy and I take it. Like the elephant in the joke above “I take it” and for a moment I am allowed to go to first base, cheered by nothing more than optimism.
S.K.
What’s the difference between a tavern and an elephant fart?
A tavern is a bar room.
An elephant fart is a Baroom!
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