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Cliff Lee

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October 19th, 2010 Posted 9:57 am

“Good pitching beats good hitting,” says Spence.

“And other baseball cliches,” says Admin.

Sometimes I think these guys need a long vacation away from each other. Bernie and I went on vacation once, out to San Diego. I surfed. He wore his best Hawaiian shirts. He met a woman named Doreen. She stole his wallet. But no time to get into that now.

“What I’m wondering is why?” says Spence.

“Why good pitching beats good hitting?” says Admin.

“Exactly. Do you think it’s something intrinsic to the game? Like the dimensions of the infield, the size of the plate, the design of the ball itself?”

“So you’re saying it’s a classic closed system?” Admin says.

“Yeah.”

“Hmm,” says Admin. “I wonder if it’s also true metaphorically.”

“Pitching beating hitting as a metaphor in life?”

“Yup.”

“Give me an example,” says Spence.

“Darwinian evolution.”

Darwin! I remember Darwin Del Reno, a drug dealer we took down some time ago, now wearing an orange jumpsuit. Whew! For a moment this conversation was getting a little hard to follow.

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The Greed Case, Episode Who Knows How Many

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April 22nd, 2009 Posted 8:07 am

“Might as well answer the question,” Bernie said.

“I don’t have to answer your questions,” the blond woman said.

Meaning we’d be playing fetch soon? Or not?

“Kelo’s wife or sister,” Bernie said. “I can probably look it up in a matter of minutes.”

The blond woman’s nostrils widened. I love when humans do that! I do it, too, to get more smells in quicker. Why humans do it is a big puzzle, since they can smell just about nothing. 

“Ex-wife,  if you must know,” the blond woman said. “I haven’t had my license changed yet.”

“To what?”

“My birth name – Peters. Portia Peters.”

“And the reason you’re looking for him?”

“He’s got something of mine.”

“What?”

“I’d prefer not to say. You can’t keep me here.”

Bernie nodded. He’s a great nodder, has lots of nods. I wasn’t sure what this one meant. 

“What does that nod mean?” said Portia Peters. Hey! She was maybe turning out to be not so bad after all. 

Bernie smiled. He has the nicest smile, if I haven’t pointed that out already. “Why don’t you search the house first?” he said. “That’s what you came for, isn’t it?”

“I think I’ll just leave,” Portia said. “I’d like my gun back.”

Bernie laughed. “We’ll ship it to you.”

“Why are all men jerks?” Portia said. She opened the door and left, slamming it behind her.

Bernie looked at me. “Male jerkiness must have some kind of Darwinian upside – that’s all I can think of off the top of my head. All set for a ride in the car?”

My tail started wagging big time. Was I ever.

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