| Yup
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| Steps up to the plate
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| Little brother, little league
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| '87 he was 8
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| Rookie season for the skinny slugger
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| Newly out of tee-ball
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| Pit against a pitcher with a ripper you could eat off
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| Churched then a grump alones runner third first
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| Granny yelling «Go Cubs!», nose in her word search
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| See MILFs like apes on a monolithic bleacher, and are advocating war and peace
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| in lieu of sport and leisure
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| «Hi Peggy»
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| I was 10, chewing on a sweet tart
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| Little brother, left-field, Queen’s guard
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| Mean arm, knees bent
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| 2-out, 2 on bags
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| When I caught him staring down at something moving through the grass
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| Hold up
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| Tagged runner, and the whole cast rotate
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| Not before he could identify the culprit
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| Granny yelling, «Go Cubs!»
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| Graham yelling, «Gopher!»
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| New left-fielder give a fuck about a homer
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| Got a homie, little rodent, head and shoulders at a supple
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| No baseball in the bubble
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| Ruh-roh
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| Parents thought it adorable
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| The players followed suit
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| Inning crawling to a close
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| Head coach not amused
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| Coach seeing red
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| Coach on the diamond dragging 27 inches of aluminium behind him
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| When he transverse 3rd, the families turn nervous
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| The following is a transcript of man vs vermin
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| Here we go
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| Man stands out by a hole
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| Pest pops up to patrol
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| Man plays live whack-a-mole
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| In a scene that would try every child as adult
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| Woah
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| Pallbearer with a ball mitt
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| Thrown over the fence
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| Coach at the bench
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| Both teams lose
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| «Good game. |
| Good game»
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| Granny yelling «Go Cubs!», Cubs ain’t playing
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| My little brother is a funny dude
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| A lot of funny shit happened to him
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| My other brother pretty funny too
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| Ain’t seen him in a minute though
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| Just in case of rough waters, I wanna put one up for my brothers
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| Just in case of rough waters, I wanna put one up for my brothers
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| Yup
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| Not a part of the machine
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| Big brother, big idea, 9−0, 16
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| Neubaten tee, plaid flannel laden adolescent art kid
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| Tony Hawk hair, Skinny Puppy denim
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| And a record player vomiting Alien Sex Fiend
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| Peel sessions in a Christian home for field testing
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| It’s real youth in the palm of your hand
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| When your Mom thinks Satan is involved in a band
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| We were buried in the village voice
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| Checking who was playing where
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| Pulled his head up out the paper, pushing out a single tear
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| Five words, like a beacon of light in the mist
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| «Ministry live at the Ritz»
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| It was Christ has risen to Chris
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| 3 loves, 2 fish
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| Miracle of mechanized loops on 2-inch
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| Coming to a theatre he would be there in the flesh
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| Moms didn’t say «No,"but she didn’t say «Yes»
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| Copped tickets, ha the plot thickens
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| Countdown to ultimate concert experience
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| Moms still worrying
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| «Why are they called Ministry? |
| Are they a cult?»
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| Maybe she could probably investigate
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| Bought a mag with an Al Jourgensen interview
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| Read a couple sentences, glanced at a pic or two or three
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| That’s all, no fair trial
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| Simply, «You will not be going to the show and that’s final!»
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| What occurred next were the top of the lungs of a son who unjustly had lost
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| what he’d loved
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| In a moment that would transcend anger to high-arts
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| Said, «This is something I am willing to die for!»
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| Can you even imagine a death in the fam from industrial fandom?
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| Anyway, no body count no concert and Chris kicked rocks in his mismatched
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| converse
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| My older brother is a funny dude
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| A lot of funny shit happened to him
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| We hadn’t spoken in a couple moons
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| I called him last night
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| «How you doing?»
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| Just in case of rough waters, I wanna put one up for my brothers
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| Just in case of rough waters, I wanna put one up for my brothers
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| Just in case of rough waters, I wanna put one up for my brothers |