My baseball team is the Pittsburgh Pirates, the old and storied franchise that's seen the likes of Roberto Clemente, Willie Stargell, Dock Ellis (he of the LSD-enhanced no-hitter), Honus Wagner, the early years of Barry Bonds, Harvey Haddix's twelve perfect innings only to lose the game in the 13th, Bill Mazeroski's homer in the bottom of the 9th in Game Seven to win the series, and...oh, that's right -- a guy taking a bat to some eighteen-year-old kid dressed up as a giant bratwurst.
I wish I knew what to say....
(CORRECTION: Since this took place in Wisconsin, I assumed she was a bratwurst. Apparently, though, she was actually an Italian sausage. Reports that the big-ass chorizo was carrying a rifle, and thus avoided molestation, are unconfirmed.)
The personal blog of author Kelly Sedinger, chronicling the adventures of one overalls-clad wanderer.
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