My son is one month old today, and after watching his mother with him during that time, I had this dream last night:
"Well, folks, you want a dramatic conclusion to a classic baseball game, this is it. It's the bottom of the ninth, bases loaded, game seven of the 2030 World Series. The Cincinnati Reds have sent to the plate their hard-hitting rookie superstar, shortstop Jimmy Moore. He's hitting .390 for the season with 59 home runs and an astounding .690 on-base percentage. However - on the mound is Yankees pitcher Nakamura Miduki, the greatest closer the game has ever seen. He has a perfect 70-game save streak going into this confrontation. The Reds trail 6 to 3, and this at-bat is for all the marbles. The count is 3 and 2. One swing of the bat could give the Reds their first World Series win since 1990. One more strike could win it all again for the Yankees. Miduki settles in, and Jimmy Moore and the entire baseball world await the next pitch...
"But wait, what's this? A woman has jumped out of the stands and is running toward the batter's box. It's ... It's Jimmy Moore's mother! And she's showering her 21-year old son with kisses! This is unbelievable!"
"He's just so cuuuute, I can't help it! *Kiss* *Kiss* *Kiss! Isn't he just the kissable-est?"
"Mom, jeeeeez! Come on, I'm BUSY here!"
"Stop that! *kiss!* Stop being so cute!"
"Ump, can I get a little help here?"
"Awwwwww, ain't this sweet?"
"Thanks, Ump. Mom... Ack! Mom, stop it, would ya? You're embarrassing me in front of all my friends!"
"Okay... *kiss!* You're just so cute! Oooooooo, I just love him so much! Finish your game now, and then it's time for dinner."
"Okay, I'll be right there."
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