"That park with winds that we call Aeolian Arrows falls on all heads but this green monster is a travesty!" yelled Zeus, referring

    to the ballpark that invented the little league home run years before the high pressured league was begun for little children.

   Indeed, the Boston Red Sox fig-limb carriers would have the most shots at the shortened fence over the duration of six months.

   Zeus always went for the visiting team since he was still seething that the "Tea Drowners" had traded his favorite limb carrier

                                                 the great Babe Thunderbolt.

   One dazzling piece of revenge he displayed on them was the day he had Bucky hit a home run over the green monster to win

                                     the game and send the Yankees to the world Serious.

   Zeus was fully aware that the jinx god "We Got It Made" was about to do his opposite maneuver to aid him, for most if not all of

   the poor masochistic Beantown fans watching with contempt thought the game was all over and in their hip pockets with their

                                                          wallets.

   "But what about all those other parks that cheat too?" Euphrosyne said, displeased that many good fans had been saddened

   by the big blast - not to mention all those ballplayers who had cried in disbelieve and anguish seeing their victory snatched by

                                                     the jaws of defeat.

     "Cheat? What do you mean, cheat?" Nike said feeling a little threatened that she was having to do with instilling in these

          particular humans the idea that any means to victory was justified. Oh, how she loved the deviousness of it all!

   "Yes, I remember one day at the house that Thunderbolt built and all I was doing was betting on bunts - that is when the skill

   was still doable - whether the ball would stay fair or go foul and only after losing to Ares constantly with me always betting the

   ball would go foul but instead I noticed after eight rounds the first and third base lines had been banked up giving the Yankees

                    a big advantage because they had three excellent bunters who ran like me!" Hermes said.

   "There is something to that. Did you know some teams tell their ground crew people not to cut the infield grass so giving their

    wing-footed runners that little extra time to beat out grounders?" Poseidon said making all the Greek gods in their box seats

                                          high in the sky turn their attention to him.

    "And what about teams who have mostly, I think they call them "single-hitters, and make their fences nearly out of sight so

    creating spacious areas in which their balls may fall safely and at the same time frustrate their opponents' four hundred and

                             fifty foot drives to be caught on warning tracks?" Thalia said excitedly.

   "Hey dudo, what about those teams loaded with sinister-handed pull hitters? They all have right field fences not much further

                      than three hundred feet away!" Hephaestus said firing out his words in all directions.

    "Hey who said life had to be fair? Who said that thing playing itself out on what once was virgin forest has to be fair too? It's

     only a game for Zeus sake!" Nike said, afraid that if all these little hills were subtracted making for level playing fields for all

                             would definitely affect her victories. Her precious sacred victories. ....

 

                                                                                                                        (C) copyright 2001 by Jerry Vilhotti.  All rights reserved.

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