Coms Up

An overcast yesterday, cool enough to take a walk.
Same old shots but good enough excuse to move, eh?
Funny to recall hiking with Sonia, slowing her down.
Hey... maybe soon Peralta Trail. Then again, the Pacific.

Thought I'd like to go somewhere completely different
for coffee this afternoon; ended up local place. Surprise!
The DBacks on. Doing well at Labor Day indicator. Good.
Always worthwhile after a small emotional investment.

Something else, going back and studying roster, looking
up stats and keeping track of standings. Doing well.
Odd place. Had truncated conversation about broadband.
No one to talk with beyond shooting the breeze.

Chatted with another person. Mentioned Piersall Complex.
He, a baseball player, had never heard of him.
Major league stress; nervous breakdown. Split.
His Dad on his case all his life - "Get your hit."

More or less using his son to fulfill his own dream.
Know the scenario like the back of my hand. Yikes.
Humor myself immensely with daily "Get your shot."
Awfully idiosyncratic and local terrain shot to pieces.

Funny too... Hideaway. Dr. Hyde passed away. Smiling?
Go to him, critically stressed and self-medicating. Ouch.
Took history. Dr. Srinivasan, internist, wrote Trazadone.
"Your father bound you and that's a horse tranquilizer."