Take Me Out to the Ballpark

On my journey yesterday, I met an administrative representative from The Detroit Tigers. He had on his World Series ring. It was beautiful. On the other side of me was a man from water and power in an east suburb of Indianapolis. His son's best friend was the pitcher of the Twins that day so he got to go into the locker room before the game. I guess I was just held in the merciful arms of baseball for about an hour. The Indiana man looked an awful lot like Kent Herbeck. He was going to be in town for a gas and power convention and he was going to all the games this week. People don't really think about it, but Indianapolis does not have a full on professional team. They have a "field of Dreams" ballpard downtown that they leave the lights on, when empty, at night. I believe the semi pro team is called The Indians. This man was very excited to be a part of it all. Maybe many members of hierarchy were meeting up today before the game. Dunlop I passed on your name to keep the Carmel coffers full. Maybe I just pick up small things, Mr. Howie Long, but you will have aid in sleeping this week. I shared my under cover dream I had about you with a penn. connected to Sheriff Department and Navy Seal Training Centers on the U.S. They sit perfectly empty. It is all imagery. I feel like I got something done in this meeting after I had written a note to The Broncos for Peyton Manning. Satanism is strong in this hierarchy. Peyton, do not be arrogant. Get help when you need it, but not from psychology or psychiatry. That is an order, soldier!