Such a fooled heart

Annie Savoy: I believe in the Church of Baseball. I’ve tried all the major religions, and most of the minor ones. I’ve worshipped Buddha, Allah, Brahma, Vishnu, Siva, trees, mushrooms, and Isadora Duncan. I know things. For instance, there are 108 beads in a Catholic rosary and there are 108 stitches in a baseball. When I heard that, I gave Jesus a chance. But it just didn’t work out between us. The Lord laid too much guilt on me. I prefer metaphysics to theology. You see, there’s no guilt in baseball, and it’s never boring… which makes it like sex. There’s never been a ballplayer slept with me who didn’t have the best year of his career. Making love is like hitting a baseball: you just gotta relax and concentrate. Besides, I’d never sleep with a player hitting under .250… not unless he had a lot of RBIs and was a great glove man up the middle. You see, there’s a certain amount of life wisdom I give these boys. I can expand their minds. Sometimes when I’ve got a ballplayer alone, I’ll just read Emily Dickinson or Walt Whitman to him, and the guys are so sweet, they always stay and listen. ‘Course, a guy’ll listen to anything if he thinks it’s foreplay. I make them feel confident, and they make me feel safe, and pretty. ‘Course, what I give them lasts a lifetime; what they give me lasts 142 games. Sometimes it seems like a bad trade. But bad trades are part of baseball - now who can forget Frank Robinson for Milt Pappas, for God’s sake? It’s a long season and you gotta trust it. I’ve tried ‘em all, I really have, and the only church that truly feeds the soul, day in, day out, is the Church of Baseball.

I’m put together beautifully, big wet bottle in my fists, big wet rose in my teeth
I’m a perfect piece of ass like every Californian
So tall I take over the street with high-beams shining on my back
A wingspan unbelievable, I’m a festival, I’m a parade

And all the wine is all for me
And all the wine is all for me
And all the wine is all for me

I’m a birthday candle in a circle of black girls
God is on my side ‘cause I’m the child bride
I’m so sorry but the motorcade will have to go around me this time
‘Cause God is on my side and I’m the child bride

And all the wine is all for me
And all the wine is all for me
And all the wine is all for me

I carry the dollhouse safe on my shoulders
Through the black city, nightlights are on in the corners
And everyone’s sleeping upstairs
All safe and sound

All safe and sound
I won’t let the psychos around
All safe and sound
I won’t let the psychos around

I’m in a state, I’m in a state
Nothing can touch us, my love
I’m in a state, I’m in a state
Nothing can touch us, my love

I miss my friend.
I miss what my second home used to mean.
I miss the laughs, the smiles and the good times.
I miss driving 8 hours knowing the whole way there that shit was gonna get out of control.
I miss the stories and the comfort.
I miss the advice and the knowledge.
I miss being constantly surprised and constantly impressed.
I miss you.
You were like no other.
One in a million.