how's this for exactly 160 characters?

I'm just sitting here watching the wheels go round and round; I really love to watch them roll. no longer riding on the merry-go-round. I just had to let it go.

pity the fool.

only someone who coaches, captains, manages, or technically—or otherwise—directs an amateur softball team will appreciate the vicissitudes in a softball season.

you've got mail—from William Kennedy!

I like it when a writer replies to a gushy letter you've written him—even if it is 384 days later. (next time, write him at home—instead of at his publisher's.)

baby, it's you.

overheard chez moi:

Suzy D: guess which member of the softball family is expecting!?
I: Erin?
SD: no.
I: Ami?
SD: no.
I: Courtney?
SD: no.
I: then I don't care.

a wise man, General Washington

bear in mind: as the sword is the last resort for preservation of our liberties, so it should be the first thing laid aside when said liberties are established.

the 2012 Fightin' Scrub-Jays softball team

I've more than high hopes for my team this year, more than just confidence—something else—and I've yet to discover it—but it will happen slowly over the season.

¡slam, ring, slap, chirp!

the best part of closed-captioned TV in Spanish is the sound effects—prum (door slam), tululululu (phone ring), tash (face slap), and fiufiufiufiu (bird chirp).

do the hard thing.

the right thing is often the hard thing. on Tuesday, Coach has to do the hard thing & cut one of his teammates. the courtesy of notification is the right thing.