Take Me Out to the Ball Game

Well, the Human did not, of course, but she went today and somehow she decided that was more interesting than me. We'll see, Kitties, won't we?

The only winning part of the day came with the introduction
of four of the Oracle crew. They looked happy
and handsome and stuff. But watching
the America's Cup is still like watching paint dry.

Here is the third (or perhaps the fourth)--it was hard to keep track--

hapless Giants pitcher of the afternoon. He looks like he's

doing a good job, doesn't he? Alas, no.

Late in the game, the players lined up along the dugout railing to--
what? show they weren't afraid to watch? pray? use the Vulcan
mind-meld? Too little, too late.

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At least the sign in the parking lot was
sufficiently ungrammatical to amuse the Human.