femminista: thoughts of a feminist rhetorician

1. The Yankee-Devil Rays debacle. Here's hoping the Devil Rays get hit by a train made out of fire and MLB stops handing out fines and suspensions like candy. And if you have no idea what I'm talking about, you can read about the hooplah that has resulted in suspensions for Melky Cabrera and Shelley Duncan as well as a nice fine for Joe Girardi (great way to start his tenure as manager. Thanks a lot, MLB) here at Yankees.com. Train-made-out-of-fire. Seriously.
2. I got glutened on my trip to Indy
3. Of course, I get sick no matter what I eat anymore and I don't know why, which means lots of GI discomfort with no idea how to prevent it. This also means that I am probably allergic or intolerant to some other food group and will be starting and elimination diet soon. Or I need to have my gall bladder removed. Good times.

Baseball is a beautiful game.  As a kid, I could see it on tv and it excited me, but after going to my first major league game, my love of the game has been stalwart and true.  I saw the Braves (the team that I had always followed, being the closest to a home team that South Carolinians have) beat the Marlins and I was hooked.  It was the most beautiful sport I'd ever seen.  I now understood the sports obsession.  Later, when the Braves played the Yankees in the World Series, I had a new obsession.  The most beautiful playing I'd ever seen, a team with a synchronicity bordering on the preternatural.  Okay, yes I was prone to hyperbole, but actually as I watch them today my opinion hasn't changed much and as I've learned more and more about the game, the more I lov