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