Take Me Out of the Ball Game

When I was very young, people asked me to ADOPT THEM at a COMPANY… not out of my personal low wealth. However, gangsters wanted to be BIGGER THAN me and my family… so they did that: Created companies and hired their own favorites. Okay? I got the bench at the ball game. Sometimes the big people chatted with me because I was an avid watcher and really “into the sport” itself, more than the politics and personal conflicts.

I have to RETIRE from even the bench now. It got too dangerous a long time ago, even now I’ve had to drag my old body up to Los Angeles for court hearings about me COMPLAINING about gang hits that injured me while “visiting from the bench”. Okay? Time to leave the ball park. Others want the bench seats anyway, okay? OKAY? Thanks for the fun, I’ve loved watching people play, living vicariously through publicly known stories.